Allan U. Van Daalwyk

My first vivid memory of Uncle Al was when he picked up to babysit for Dennis and Cheryl. On the way to Combined Locks where they were living he light up a big old cigar in the Mustang. By the time we got to their house I was ready to puke.
Another time I was babysitting and the kids were running around being kids, have fun. They knocked over a vase or dethung and it broke. After much crying and such they finally settled down amd went to be expecting an angry mom when they woke up. When Jean and Al got home and I told them when happened, Al had a good laugh over it.
Al was a great man and is greatly missed by many.