Daddy Gasch told me that when he was a little boy, his grandfather and father would have him go outside and feed, brush and care for the horses before a funeral. Funerals were conducted using horse drawn carriages when Daddy Gasch was a little boy. He told me that his grandfather was a carpenter and made cabinets but, was forced into the funeral business to make wooden caskets during the civil war in the 1860's. Washington, DC is only 7 miles from Hyattsville, Maryland and the funeral home. I remember that Daddy Gasch was a prolific woodworker himself. He owned most of the older homes surrounding the funeral home. One of the older homes he converted into his woodshop where he would hide away and work on different wood projects to relieve stress. Daddy Gasch had a good and kind heart. He would have me drive him to the shopping center to buy his favorite cigars. Next door to the cigar shop was a bakery where he would pretend to buy some sweet goods for himself. After picking out a large selection of sweets, he would turn them over to me for my family to enjoy.
Daddy Gasch was quite a character. He was a good man and a wonderful friend. I miss you, my friend!
Daddy Gasch told me that when he was a little boy, his grandfather and father would have him go outside and feed, brush and care for the horses before a funeral. Funerals were conducted using horse drawn carriages when Daddy Gasch was a little boy. He told me that his grandfather was a carpenter and made cabinets but, was forced into the funeral business to make wooden caskets during the civil war in the 1860's. Washington, DC is only 7 miles from Hyattsville, Maryland and the funeral home. I remember that Daddy Gasch was a prolific woodworker himself. He owned most of the older homes surrounding the funeral home. One of the older homes he converted into his woodshop where he would hide away and work on different wood projects to relieve stress. Daddy Gasch had a good and kind heart. He would have me drive him to the shopping center to buy his favorite cigars. Next door to the cigar shop was a bakery where he would pretend to buy some sweet goods for himself. After picking out a large selection of sweets, he would turn them over to me for my family to enjoy.
Daddy Gasch was quite a character. He was a good man and a wonderful friend. I miss you, my friend!