We're Slowly losing our heros
Posted: May 15, 2006 10:02 am
We recently lost my wife's grandfather, which as I prepare for his memorial service this week I am really thinking not only about the man, but his entire generation.
I owe a lot to this man. As he stood in for my father in law to walk my wife down the aisle when we got married almost 13 years ago. Over the years, I became grew very attached to both my wife's grandparents and we took it hard when grandma passed over 2 years ago. Windell had 5 loves in his life. His wife, his family, his farm, Texas, and his ship which he served on in WW2. He was aboard the Lexington (CV-2) when it sustained battle damage and eventually went down in the Coral Sea May 8th 1942. Windell joined the US Navy with his brother and Father before the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. While the War took him away from his family, he always told me that it was one of the things he was most proud of. After the War Windell and his wife Mae relocated to a patch of desert in SouthWest Idaho where they started a farm. They worked for the first 2 years clearing the land and did not bother to build a house. Instead they lived in a tent during this time. When they finally got the land to produce crops, Windell then undertook the task of digging by hand thier basement house. Later they would build upon the basement as time and finances permitted.
RIP Windell. You will be missed and remembered.
I owe a lot to this man. As he stood in for my father in law to walk my wife down the aisle when we got married almost 13 years ago. Over the years, I became grew very attached to both my wife's grandparents and we took it hard when grandma passed over 2 years ago. Windell had 5 loves in his life. His wife, his family, his farm, Texas, and his ship which he served on in WW2. He was aboard the Lexington (CV-2) when it sustained battle damage and eventually went down in the Coral Sea May 8th 1942. Windell joined the US Navy with his brother and Father before the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. While the War took him away from his family, he always told me that it was one of the things he was most proud of. After the War Windell and his wife Mae relocated to a patch of desert in SouthWest Idaho where they started a farm. They worked for the first 2 years clearing the land and did not bother to build a house. Instead they lived in a tent during this time. When they finally got the land to produce crops, Windell then undertook the task of digging by hand thier basement house. Later they would build upon the basement as time and finances permitted.
RIP Windell. You will be missed and remembered.
