Art was 91 years old the father of eight and a WWII Veteran who served from 1943 to 1946 in the Marshall Islands as a Hospital Corpsman.
One of Art’s sons relayed this story about their family. “ Me being one of the youngest ( He said a mistake, a playmate, another mistake and another playmate) we were in the grocery store with our Mom, Fern, one day when a lady stopped to admire “The grandchildren” Fern replied oh no these are my children. The lady said I didn’t know you were Catholic? Fern replied we’re not we are amorous.”
We had a funeral lunch: a hotdish complete with sliced olives, pasta salads, a wonderful pistachio salad (that had pineapple in it but it was so delicious), fresh buns, pickles of every kind and raw vegetables and dip. Every kind of sugar loaded chocolate top bar known to mankind, coffee and lemonade. The lunch was before visitation and the funeral.
The weather was sunny but the wind was cold.
The Honor Guard
Grandchildren were casketbears
The flag is clutched by Aaron (Art’s Grandson and Andy’s brother), Aaron presented it to one of Art’s daughters.
The bugler plays Taps for his Father.
I didn’t know if Bob (Art’s oldest son and Andy’s Dad) would play for his Dad or not…I think it was hard for him but something he wanted to do.
Bob is a Lutheran Minister, he had a small part in the service but basically left the service to his brother and the Pastor.
Bob was part of the five piece band that played during the service; a pianist, two trumpet players, a trombone player and a tuba player. I admire people that can just pick up an instrument and play…we asked Andy what he played? He replied “I used to play trumpet when I was in High School.”