Friday, July 13, 2018
Norb was always a favorite uncle of mine. He and and my dad, Willie, helped each other out on their farms a lot when I was a kid. I remember they also dressed pretty much the same - blue button-down work shirt, jeans, lace-up boots. As a kid, it was hard for me to tell the difference between them from the back. Many times I would run up and grab my "Dad's" hand as they walked across the road or towards the field only to realize, when I looked up, it wasn't my Dad! Norb would always get a kick out of teasing me about that and try to get me to come back and hold his hand.
Love you, uncle Norb!
