Kurt, One of the fondest memories of us 4 kids - was walking to school on Snow days- will really blizzards :) Kristin and you would be first, and then Erik and I would follow. Sometimes I had such a hard time seeing through the snow, but I always kept my eyes on you- you were the head and I knew you would get us there . We would always stop and Dad's shop, get warmed up, Kristin and I would take off our wet jeans underneath our outfits, and by then we would walk down to the school. That was precious to me. So may memories. I love you Kurt. Love , Jeni

( In the photo, the last person behind us - is our Guardian Angel, never leaves us).

Our Dad was dedicated, strong, intelligent, determined, and serious. The ‘serious’ trait I like to think of more as ‘focused” (mostly because I believe I share that quality and ‘focused’ just sounds better).Here are some great memories.

Dad was proud to have served in the military and of his time in Germany. He has so many photos and slides of our time there. What a treasure! He liked viewing the slides and had a little fun with me while at it. When I was about 5, we were watching a slide show of our time in Germany. There was a slide of a cow in a pasture. Dad made the cow come to life! The cow was moving! Or so I thought in my great 5 old wisdom. I learned later he was moving the slide projector (I know, doesn’t demonstrate a great deal of intelligence on my part– a little embarrassing). Funny Dad!

Tara

My most cherished memories of Dad are the little, everyday kind. One of my own first ever memories is from when we lived in Germany and I was 4 years old. Getting home late from some excursion in our VW Beatle, I would pretend to be asleep in the back seat so he would carry me inside our house. Then when Tara was being born, Dad made me fried eggs for breakfast with too much pepper. Back in the States, we would take trips to the ice cream store next to our apartment in Hiawatha. When Tara and I were a bit older, on weekends we would go to Harding Jr. High, where he taught and coached. He would bring out the big trampoline for us. He would also take us to the movies, like Star Wars and Grease, when they were first released.

When Audrey was born, he arranged work trips to Seattle so he could visit us. My favorite memory is of Dad and Audrey (who was about 16 months) sitting on the floor rolling a ball back and forth. Lots of giggles ... from both of them.

He loved reading the paper (probably the sports section), his dish of ice cream at night, and especially his dogs. We could always get a smile from him when remembering about feeding his dog left over pancakes from the restaurant doggy bag.

We love you Dad and miss you very much.

Holly