My grandfather, and my grandmother, Blanche, were married on February 19, 1913. They had five children, Lloyd, Jay, Cleo, and the twins, Leonard (my father) and Lester.
My grandfather worked for the railroad and was involved in a chemical accident on one of the trains. This caused him to lose every hair on his body. He was told it would grow back eventually, but it never did. As a child I still thought he was very handsome, even if he didn't have any hair.
When the twins were about five years old, grandma and grandpa got divorced. The boys lived with grandpa, and Cleo lived with her mother. The children never heard their parents exchange a cross word, and there were times when they all got together for special occasions.
Eventually my grandmother married a man named Orville Veitch, who I don't remember but my older sister does and says he was a very nice man.
My grandfather's home was a converted boxcar, and there he raised his boys to be fine young men.
As a child I remember visiting my grandfather. He had an outhouse. There was a bucket of lime in there with a scoop, and we'd put a scoop of lime down the hole after using it.
Grandpa Nash's plumbing in his house consisted of a hand pump located near the sink. Water had to be heated on the old cook stove. Whenever we visited, Grandpa would fry wieners in his old cast iron frying pan that must have been 100 years old, and we'd wrap buttered bread around the weiners. They were so good!
My grandfather's converted boxcar/home was nestled among the trees, and thinking back, it was a really beautiful location in the Wisconsin woods.
Towards the end of his life grandpa came to our house to stay a few days for some doctor appointments my father had set up for him. It was the only time grandpa had been to our house, as we lived about 130 miles away. I could tell grandpa was lost in our modern home and longed to be back in the woods. He did return to the woods after a short time at our house.
I was about 14 years old when my Grandpa Nash passed away. The only thing I remember about his funeral is the beautiful prayer my father gave as we all stood around grandpa's casket. I will be forever grateful for the experiences I had with my grandpa. He taught me how easy it is to be happy with a simple life.
After grandpa's death when his children were going through his things, tucked in his wallet was a picture of my grandmother.
Rest in peace, Grandpa. I love you forever.
Love from your granddaughter,
Lori Nash-Kanitz
My grandfather worked for the railroad and was involved in a chemical accident on one of the trains. This caused him to lose every hair on his body. He was told it would grow back eventually, but it never did. As a child I still thought he was very handsome, even if he didn't have any hair.
When the twins were about five years old, grandma and grandpa got divorced. The boys lived with grandpa, and Cleo lived with her mother. The children never heard their parents exchange a cross word, and there were times when they all got together for special occasions.
Eventually my grandmother married a man named Orville Veitch, who I don't remember but my older sister does and says he was a very nice man.
My grandfather's home was a converted boxcar, and there he raised his boys to be fine young men.
As a child I remember visiting my grandfather. He had an outhouse. There was a bucket of lime in there with a scoop, and we'd put a scoop of lime down the hole after using it.
Grandpa Nash's plumbing in his house consisted of a hand pump located near the sink. Water had to be heated on the old cook stove. Whenever we visited, Grandpa would fry wieners in his old cast iron frying pan that must have been 100 years old, and we'd wrap buttered bread around the weiners. They were so good!
My grandfather's converted boxcar/home was nestled among the trees, and thinking back, it was a really beautiful location in the Wisconsin woods.
Towards the end of his life grandpa came to our house to stay a few days for some doctor appointments my father had set up for him. It was the only time grandpa had been to our house, as we lived about 130 miles away. I could tell grandpa was lost in our modern home and longed to be back in the woods. He did return to the woods after a short time at our house.
I was about 14 years old when my Grandpa Nash passed away. The only thing I remember about his funeral is the beautiful prayer my father gave as we all stood around grandpa's casket. I will be forever grateful for the experiences I had with my grandpa. He taught me how easy it is to be happy with a simple life.
After grandpa's death when his children were going through his things, tucked in his wallet was a picture of my grandmother.
Rest in peace, Grandpa. I love you forever.
Love from your granddaughter,
Lori Nash-Kanitz
My grandfather, and my grandmother, Blanche, were married on February 19, 1913. They had five children, Lloyd, Jay, Cleo, and the twins, Leonard (my father) and Lester.
My grandfather worked for the railroad and was involved in a chemical accident on one of the trains. This caused him to lose every hair on his body. He was told it would grow back eventually, but it never did. As a child I still thought he was very handsome, even if he didn't have any hair.
When the twins were about five years old, grandma and grandpa got divorced. The boys lived with grandpa, and Cleo lived with her mother. The children never heard their parents exchange a cross word, and there were times when they all got together for special occasions.
Eventually my grandmother married a man named Orville Veitch, who I don't remember but my older sister does and says he was a very nice man.
My grandfather's home was a converted boxcar, and there he raised his boys to be fine young men.
As a child I remember visiting my grandfather. He had an outhouse. There was a bucket of lime in there with a scoop, and we'd put a scoop of lime down the hole after using it.
Grandpa Nash's plumbing in his house consisted of a hand pump located near the sink. Water had to be heated on the old cook stove. Whenever we visited, Grandpa would fry wieners in his old cast iron frying pan that must have been 100 years old, and we'd wrap buttered bread around the weiners. They were so good!
My grandfather's converted boxcar/home was nestled among the trees, and thinking back, it was a really beautiful location in the Wisconsin woods.
Towards the end of his life grandpa came to our house to stay a few days for some doctor appointments my father had set up for him. It was the only time grandpa had been to our house, as we lived about 130 miles away. I could tell grandpa was lost in our modern home and longed to be back in the woods. He did return to the woods after a short time at our house.
I was about 14 years old when my Grandpa Nash passed away. The only thing I remember about his funeral is the beautiful prayer my father gave as we all stood around grandpa's casket. I will be forever grateful for the experiences I had with my grandpa. He taught me how easy it is to be happy with a simple life.
After grandpa's death when his children were going through his things, tucked in his wallet was a picture of my grandmother.
Rest in peace, Grandpa. I love you forever.
Love from your granddaughter,
Lori Nash-Kanitz
My grandfather worked for the railroad and was involved in a chemical accident on one of the trains. This caused him to lose every hair on his body. He was told it would grow back eventually, but it never did. As a child I still thought he was very handsome, even if he didn't have any hair.
When the twins were about five years old, grandma and grandpa got divorced. The boys lived with grandpa, and Cleo lived with her mother. The children never heard their parents exchange a cross word, and there were times when they all got together for special occasions.
Eventually my grandmother married a man named Orville Veitch, who I don't remember but my older sister does and says he was a very nice man.
My grandfather's home was a converted boxcar, and there he raised his boys to be fine young men.
As a child I remember visiting my grandfather. He had an outhouse. There was a bucket of lime in there with a scoop, and we'd put a scoop of lime down the hole after using it.
Grandpa Nash's plumbing in his house consisted of a hand pump located near the sink. Water had to be heated on the old cook stove. Whenever we visited, Grandpa would fry wieners in his old cast iron frying pan that must have been 100 years old, and we'd wrap buttered bread around the weiners. They were so good!
My grandfather's converted boxcar/home was nestled among the trees, and thinking back, it was a really beautiful location in the Wisconsin woods.
Towards the end of his life grandpa came to our house to stay a few days for some doctor appointments my father had set up for him. It was the only time grandpa had been to our house, as we lived about 130 miles away. I could tell grandpa was lost in our modern home and longed to be back in the woods. He did return to the woods after a short time at our house.
I was about 14 years old when my Grandpa Nash passed away. The only thing I remember about his funeral is the beautiful prayer my father gave as we all stood around grandpa's casket. I will be forever grateful for the experiences I had with my grandpa. He taught me how easy it is to be happy with a simple life.
After grandpa's death when his children were going through his things, tucked in his wallet was a picture of my grandmother.
Rest in peace, Grandpa. I love you forever.
Love from your granddaughter,
Lori Nash-Kanitz
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