Kenny, you kept us all entertained with your goings on. I remember you as the pianist you once were, it was amazing to hear. Your social life was a little odd but so what - if every one were the same this would be an awfully dull place indeed. You sure did your part to brighten it up. If you could live it again with out alcohol it would be better. I did watch the alcoholic progression take you over and it was sad to see the deterioration, loss and ruin.
Kenny was at his best when working as an interior designer. This he did and would have done well were it not for alcohol. He could mix and match and had a fine sense of what the customer wanted. I remember a set of full length living room curtains he had hand sewn. Finally, due to falling down and breaking various bones he was simply unpresentable to show up for work. He could not maintain his necessary wardrobe.
Still, through it all you retained your wit and most of your charm. I was always envious of your vocabulary. You had your ups and downs, don't we all. Once you were a very good looking man full of talent and charm. I remember Katherine Sauerheber also. SHe was a saint and a wonderful friend to you. Where ever she is I hope she is thought of and remembered. Rest in peace uncle. God speed!
Note: 01/11/10 Katherine and Kenny were significant others for a long time.
Once South Pacific, the play, came to Burlington, Iowa, about 1959. Kenny was chosen to be the pianist. He was a genius. He was a fair hand in the kitchen and averaged aout 50%. His "creations" were many times excellent and the rest flops. But he was willing to try. He enjoyed showing off with an apron on. I remember Chicken Trieste (a flop).
Note: 2011
*Kenny was murdered by a miscreant he befriended, strangled. This in Reseda, California.
Note: 2018
I remember another full day with Kenny, this time in Iowa. Again he spaced his drinks so we could enjoy the day. We rode on My 750 Honda (F model) this would be about 1980. We rode to Wapello from Aunt Ethyl's house in Burlington. We rode to Grandview and to Grandpa David house down under the Bluff just adjacent to the Muscatine Island. The old house was still there. Our family had moved out by 1956 or so. We had a nice day of it, walking past the Gast place, Mrs Gast still there, crabby, but she let us cross her farm. We walked about 3/8 mile to the Silly place. Inside Kenny pointed out the texture on the living room ceiling saying that "he had done that". There were cans and mason jars around most windows out and door off. Still the place gave us destination and purpose that day. The weather was fine late Oct fall weather, crisp and clear. The ride home was brisk, after sunset. It is all gone now, farmers began burning abandoned house to keep freeloaders away. I visit there on google earth now and then and it is tough to find even when a person knows where to look. One hogshed is all that remains. 80 is almost 40 years ago, time flies!
Thank you Pat H. for the update!
Kenny was at his best when working as an interior designer. This he did and would have done well were it not for alcohol. He could mix and match and had a fine sense of what the customer wanted. I remember a set of full length living room curtains he had hand sewn. Finally, due to falling down and breaking various bones he was simply unpresentable to show up for work. He could not maintain his necessary wardrobe.
Still, through it all you retained your wit and most of your charm. I was always envious of your vocabulary. You had your ups and downs, don't we all. Once you were a very good looking man full of talent and charm. I remember Katherine Sauerheber also. SHe was a saint and a wonderful friend to you. Where ever she is I hope she is thought of and remembered. Rest in peace uncle. God speed!
Note: 01/11/10 Katherine and Kenny were significant others for a long time.
Once South Pacific, the play, came to Burlington, Iowa, about 1959. Kenny was chosen to be the pianist. He was a genius. He was a fair hand in the kitchen and averaged aout 50%. His "creations" were many times excellent and the rest flops. But he was willing to try. He enjoyed showing off with an apron on. I remember Chicken Trieste (a flop).
Note: 2011
*Kenny was murdered by a miscreant he befriended, strangled. This in Reseda, California.
Note: 2018
I remember another full day with Kenny, this time in Iowa. Again he spaced his drinks so we could enjoy the day. We rode on My 750 Honda (F model) this would be about 1980. We rode to Wapello from Aunt Ethyl's house in Burlington. We rode to Grandview and to Grandpa David house down under the Bluff just adjacent to the Muscatine Island. The old house was still there. Our family had moved out by 1956 or so. We had a nice day of it, walking past the Gast place, Mrs Gast still there, crabby, but she let us cross her farm. We walked about 3/8 mile to the Silly place. Inside Kenny pointed out the texture on the living room ceiling saying that "he had done that". There were cans and mason jars around most windows out and door off. Still the place gave us destination and purpose that day. The weather was fine late Oct fall weather, crisp and clear. The ride home was brisk, after sunset. It is all gone now, farmers began burning abandoned house to keep freeloaders away. I visit there on google earth now and then and it is tough to find even when a person knows where to look. One hogshed is all that remains. 80 is almost 40 years ago, time flies!
Thank you Pat H. for the update!
Kenny, you kept us all entertained with your goings on. I remember you as the pianist you once were, it was amazing to hear. Your social life was a little odd but so what - if every one were the same this would be an awfully dull place indeed. You sure did your part to brighten it up. If you could live it again with out alcohol it would be better. I did watch the alcoholic progression take you over and it was sad to see the deterioration, loss and ruin.
Kenny was at his best when working as an interior designer. This he did and would have done well were it not for alcohol. He could mix and match and had a fine sense of what the customer wanted. I remember a set of full length living room curtains he had hand sewn. Finally, due to falling down and breaking various bones he was simply unpresentable to show up for work. He could not maintain his necessary wardrobe.
Still, through it all you retained your wit and most of your charm. I was always envious of your vocabulary. You had your ups and downs, don't we all. Once you were a very good looking man full of talent and charm. I remember Katherine Sauerheber also. SHe was a saint and a wonderful friend to you. Where ever she is I hope she is thought of and remembered. Rest in peace uncle. God speed!
Note: 01/11/10 Katherine and Kenny were significant others for a long time.
Once South Pacific, the play, came to Burlington, Iowa, about 1959. Kenny was chosen to be the pianist. He was a genius. He was a fair hand in the kitchen and averaged aout 50%. His "creations" were many times excellent and the rest flops. But he was willing to try. He enjoyed showing off with an apron on. I remember Chicken Trieste (a flop).
Note: 2011
*Kenny was murdered by a miscreant he befriended, strangled. This in Reseda, California.
Note: 2018
I remember another full day with Kenny, this time in Iowa. Again he spaced his drinks so we could enjoy the day. We rode on My 750 Honda (F model) this would be about 1980. We rode to Wapello from Aunt Ethyl's house in Burlington. We rode to Grandview and to Grandpa David house down under the Bluff just adjacent to the Muscatine Island. The old house was still there. Our family had moved out by 1956 or so. We had a nice day of it, walking past the Gast place, Mrs Gast still there, crabby, but she let us cross her farm. We walked about 3/8 mile to the Silly place. Inside Kenny pointed out the texture on the living room ceiling saying that "he had done that". There were cans and mason jars around most windows out and door off. Still the place gave us destination and purpose that day. The weather was fine late Oct fall weather, crisp and clear. The ride home was brisk, after sunset. It is all gone now, farmers began burning abandoned house to keep freeloaders away. I visit there on google earth now and then and it is tough to find even when a person knows where to look. One hogshed is all that remains. 80 is almost 40 years ago, time flies!
Thank you Pat H. for the update!
Kenny was at his best when working as an interior designer. This he did and would have done well were it not for alcohol. He could mix and match and had a fine sense of what the customer wanted. I remember a set of full length living room curtains he had hand sewn. Finally, due to falling down and breaking various bones he was simply unpresentable to show up for work. He could not maintain his necessary wardrobe.
Still, through it all you retained your wit and most of your charm. I was always envious of your vocabulary. You had your ups and downs, don't we all. Once you were a very good looking man full of talent and charm. I remember Katherine Sauerheber also. SHe was a saint and a wonderful friend to you. Where ever she is I hope she is thought of and remembered. Rest in peace uncle. God speed!
Note: 01/11/10 Katherine and Kenny were significant others for a long time.
Once South Pacific, the play, came to Burlington, Iowa, about 1959. Kenny was chosen to be the pianist. He was a genius. He was a fair hand in the kitchen and averaged aout 50%. His "creations" were many times excellent and the rest flops. But he was willing to try. He enjoyed showing off with an apron on. I remember Chicken Trieste (a flop).
Note: 2011
*Kenny was murdered by a miscreant he befriended, strangled. This in Reseda, California.
Note: 2018
I remember another full day with Kenny, this time in Iowa. Again he spaced his drinks so we could enjoy the day. We rode on My 750 Honda (F model) this would be about 1980. We rode to Wapello from Aunt Ethyl's house in Burlington. We rode to Grandview and to Grandpa David house down under the Bluff just adjacent to the Muscatine Island. The old house was still there. Our family had moved out by 1956 or so. We had a nice day of it, walking past the Gast place, Mrs Gast still there, crabby, but she let us cross her farm. We walked about 3/8 mile to the Silly place. Inside Kenny pointed out the texture on the living room ceiling saying that "he had done that". There were cans and mason jars around most windows out and door off. Still the place gave us destination and purpose that day. The weather was fine late Oct fall weather, crisp and clear. The ride home was brisk, after sunset. It is all gone now, farmers began burning abandoned house to keep freeloaders away. I visit there on google earth now and then and it is tough to find even when a person knows where to look. One hogshed is all that remains. 80 is almost 40 years ago, time flies!
Thank you Pat H. for the update!
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