Saturday, January 29, 2005

Irvin Thiessen

My best memories of Uncle Irvin.....the time I broke my nose, and he came to pick us kids up and take us to the farm for the day.....every time he looked at my big purple nose, he started laughing........
........scaring the crap out of me, when he would take those hilly gravel roads at top speed....I always silently prayed for safety in the back seat, whilst I tried to appear calm. might know the hymn, "When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there."......his version? "When the roll is called up yonder, I'll have hair."
...I can only imagine the hair he has now.
Randy can tell it better.

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