A man with broad shoulders who took care of his family , Wheather he had many rows to hoe or nothing but a peanut hull in his pocket. With a heart as big as the watermelons we ate at summer barbques. Who brushed troubles away like they were as small as the Quail we had at New Years Dinner. My traveling Buddy never turning from any adventure my young mind could conjure. Wheather it was a 100 ft hand dug well in Greensburro Kansas or a buffalo at the next tourest trap. Always seeing things with as much excitement as I did, treating everything like it was new. A man who actualy had almost everything he wanted, and didnt wait for what he could buy today . At this day and age a man who was still by my definition at the top of his game. Who tried not to let life get him down and did his best no matter what. A shining example not only to me his only Grand Child but too my four sons as well. D.M.Purnell (original date unknown)8-1-2007 this should of been posted before yesterdays but i couldnt find it strangly enough it was marking grandpa's obituary in the alb journal...go figure? hopefully the next post will be on the lighter side... cause i finally finished my book and am now typing it on the puter yay ...as allways thank you for the comments and have a wonderful day