non-knitting, but I had to get it out.

As some of you know all of my life my dad sang in either a barbershop chorus, quartet or both. And with that Gwen and I were raised at what is fondly refered to as "barber brats". This group of people honestly became extended family to us. I have about a million non-related "uncles".

this afternoon as I was logging off of work, my mom called. I didn't answer the first time, but when she called right back i did answer. Jack, a long time friend and lead in many of my dad's quartet had passed away this morning. And it honestly caught me off guard. And it shouldn't have. Over christmas his battle with prostate cancer had gotten to the point of just pain management. They went ahead and put him into hospice. But he was still having good days. And when I went to visit he made me laugh and giggle like he always did. And he even got Maggie to sit still long enough to tell her the story of rindercella.

To hear that he was gone today was honestly just a smack over the head and i have still not absorbed it. My heart is broken, I will forever miss my Uncle Jack. but even more I am sad that Maggie will not know him. He lived a wonderful life and has 3 grown kids, and multitudes of grandchildren. And he was a very loved man. He will be very missed.

Rindercella

Rindercella
(As told by Archie Campbell)

Once upon a time in a corn foundry there lived a geautiful birl and her name
was Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad
blisters. Also in this same corn foundry there lived a pransome hince, and
this pransome hince was going to have a bancy fall and he'd invited people
for riles amound especially the pich reople. Now Rindercella's mugly other
and her two sad blisters went to town to buy some dancy fesses for the
bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn't go cause all she had to wear were some
old ruddy dags. Finally the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella
couldn't go so she just crank down and shried. And she was sitting there
shrieing when all of the sudden there appeared before her, her gay
mudfather and he touched her with his wagic mand and there appeared
before her a kig bulch and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall,
and he said -- "Rindercella, be sure and be home before midnight or I'll
purn you into a tumpkin!" Wh
and Rindercella spaced down the rairs and just as she beached the rottom
she slopped her dripper! The next day this pransome hince went all over
this corn foundry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper.
They finally came to Rindercella's house, and he tried it on the mugly other
and it fidn't dit. Then he tried lt on the two sisty uglers and it fidn't dit an
d
then he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit! It was exactly the sight rize!
And so they were married and lived heavenly after happily. Now the storal
of the mory is: if you go to a bancy fall and you want a pransome hince to
lell in fove with you -- don't forget to slop your dripper!