Friday, July 12, 2019
My memories of my Uncle Edwin are many. But the fondest memories are of our trips to Camp Fireside together. The many hours, stories and lessons he shared with me when I was a boy, and they continued when I became a man. He loved nothing more than to tease me or crack a joke at my expense, but he also enjoyed when someone gave it back to him, which as I got older I was able to do. Behind that rough exterior was a man who loved his family and friends and loved all things dealing with nature. His thirst for knowledge continued throughout his whole life. I’ll miss you on our camp trips Uncle Edwin...but you’ll always be there watching over us.
