Fred was like my dad, although I did have the respect to call him Mr. Schramm at all times. He would always cook me and Lauren breakfast with out missing a beat, every weekend becuase you know I was always there. through the years Mr. Schramm would catch me smoking and had to courage to sit down and talk to this little fourteen year old girl about smoking cigarettes, a girl that had no relation to him a girl that was just a friend of his daighter at the time, not knowing what great friends we would sctually be. on occasion he caught us sneaking out and said he was going to call my parents and tell them so every time i got home from Laurens i would unplug my telephone so mr. Schramm could not get ahold of my parents and sad but true lauren would have to take the blame and i would get off scot free. forever u will be in my memory and even longer u will remain in my heart. i send my condolences to Mrs. Schramm Nana Lauren and Mikayla esp. because her short time here with Mr. Schramm
