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The house by the side of the road:

January 7, 2008

The story goes that whenever my Grandpa Leo caught hell from Grandma for spending all day tinkering with someone’s broke down riding mower and neglecting something he was supposed to do around the house, he would quote from the Foss Poem:

“Ah Mag,” he’d say, “Let me live in my house by the side of the road, and be a friend to man.”

Thanks to Uncle Merle, by the way, for recounting that story at the funeral (and reading the Foss poem, which really captures Grandpa’s role in his community.) And thanks to Sissy for taking lots of great pics of his old place, like this one:

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I only heard of him turning down a request once, when some of the Deacons of his church came by to ask a favor. They had just fired the pastor (who was a reformed Catholic and was rumored to drink beer) for being a member of a bowling league that bowled on Sundays. (This pastor always maintained he did not himself roll on the sabbath.)

The deacons wanted Grandpa to build a sign, something visible from the highway, that would explain why the church had dismissed this popular figure.

Grandpa, ever the friend to man, declined.

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