Although, my Dads uffering has ended he willbe remembered by all of us in different ways. While driving home from Pittsburgh, I thought of the fondest and funniest memories we had together that I would like to share.

Let us start with Fishing. He use to take all of us fishing at little clearfield creek. Mind you I was under 12 year of age. Dad was famous for telling me to stand in one spot and I was not allowed to move. He placed me at a fishing hole on the creek and left me there (for an undefined period of time) when he returned i had a fish on my line swimming aorund and he yelled at me because I left the fish eat my hook. Lesson learned at that age not to let my fish eat my hook, I think of this every time I catch a fish to this day. We went to Genesee River in New York fishing Salmon and I was probably in my early twenties. After all day on the river in a boat I snagged a salmon (Yes, snagging was still legal) and I worked at it work at least1/2 and as it reached the surface, I lost it. Dad and Clarence laughed at me because how exhausted I was, they did not tell me what I was in for, they wanted to see my response. I swear I was their entertainment. I just remember the adrenaline rush and how exhausted I was. It was good ending to a long day even if he fish out endured me. One other fishing story I remember is a trip to Erie Lake with again Clarence ( I think I was their entertainment) We were in a boat on the lake and the waves were high. They stuck a dipsey diver on my line and suited me for a leather belt for my rod. They never told me why until I caught a fish. Those dipsey divers virtually made it impossible to bring fish in and it took two of us to pull a fish in. One hold the rod and one to reel in the line. We had good times laughing about these trips. When i was growing up my Dad and brothers would go fishing in Michigan and I can remember awaiting for them to come home so I could see how big the fish was they caught. As my son grew up, my Dad would take him on fishing trips also,Patrick and I are thankful today that he cared took the time to spend with him.

Now hunting, I started at 12-13. I was never permitted to move one placed or I would not be allowed to go again. I shot my first deer and awaited for someone to come by to assist. a few hours later It was my brother Ed and a friend. Of course we chuckle about this still to this day. I never defied my Dad. Again when Patrick got old enough to hunt, Dad insisted we (all three of us ) sit in the same tree, What a site.   Lastly, He asked me if I wanted him to make me my pb and J sandwiches, I said yes. I remember being so hungry at lunch I got out the sandwiches and took one bite and was grossed out. It was pb and J with a thick layer of butter. I made this error two years in a row before I remember to make my own sandwiches.

Moving on, when I turned 16, i wanted to learn how to drive a stick shift like my brothers did and Dad told me that I had to get my motorcycle license first. So being who i am, got on Jimmys motorcycle taught my self how to ride and passed my test. Needless to say, Dad never thought I would do this and Ed taught me stick shift.

Some of his favorite foods: hamburger gravy, Ritz crackers and milk, potato candy and boiled potatoes

Some of his common sayings to me:

Have dogs not kids: they listen better and they are always happy to see you

If you have kids, treat them like the neighbors kids.

I got my Dads personality, outgoingness, people friendly, easy going and last but not least the Vogel gift for gab. All of these and my Mothers foresight on needing me to be a strong, independent women has made me who  I am today as a independent successful young (yes young) women.

I would like to wrap this up with Mentioning our Sunday Morning breakfasts at the local diners for the last 11 years. We covered a lot of conversation,made amends and I will miss him dearly. To my Dad, I loved you with all my heart, was there to the very end and as I promised many times over the last year- We will take care of Mom as bes we can.