a legacy of love and faith
My grandpa, we all called him Papa, loved to tell stories about days gone by. According to his tales, he was quite sought after by the girls during his college days. But there was something about one girl that was different. Ruby Jean caught his eye and captured his heart. And so on June 13, 1947 they pledged to to love one another for better or worse, in sickness and in health, with every single breath. They hadn't hardly two pennies to rub together between them, but lots of love for one another and for their Father God. Always a winning combination. I loved spending time with my grandparents growing up. Summers on the lake fishing and riding bikes and eating my grandma's delicious strawberry pie. My Papa was not perfect. He could be stubborn and get frustrated at times but as I think back over his life I remember the way he laid down his life for others in love. He offered to sacrifice his life for our country during WWII. He worked hard every day to