I've known Lyal (grandpa) all my life. When I was Little I remember being at his house, and he had a great big rack of hats all the colors of the rainbow. I loved to pick one each time I was there, I always picked the pink or purple ones. I remember his dog Heidi I used to ride around on her back and yodle with her. Yes I said yodle. Growing up my mom (Lyals youngest daughter) was full of storis of adventures her and my aunts had with him. One time my Mom, brother and I were at Favell Museum of Western Art, walking around in the storage room for undisplayed art and found a painting of him. All that was showing was the hand that was missing a finger, and my mom said thats my dad. My mom now owns that painting and prowdly displays it in her livingroom. Now that I am grown up, and look back I realise that he is the most woderful and intresting man I know. He has acomplish so much in his life and overcome so many obsticals. I'm prowd to say that he is my HERO.
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Oct 20, 2016
vol XXVII issue 42
The North Coast Journal Weekly
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