Sunday, May 27, 2012
Their marriage didn't last, and Mom's at another cemetery, but that doesn't really matter today.
I miss them both so much, and think of them everyday.
Before my Dad, there was his dad, my Grandpa Herrian. He was a Doughboy. He spent time in France during WWI. I don't have a picture of his marker, but, I have a picture of him in uniform. He died when I was 3 or 4, and I really don't remember him, but, he was my Grandpa, and he fought for us, and I love him.
Grandpa Herrian's the one on the left.
Then, there's Bob's Mom.
She was at home with three young daughter's, one a newborn, while her husband was fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. We still have Alvin with us- he'll be 90 this summer. Thank you Dad. And, thank you Mom, we miss you so much!
Dorothy isn't the only member of her family at Ft. Snelling. Her father, Bob's Grandpa Art, is there - another WWI Doughboy. He was a lovely, witty man, and I was lucky to have known him.
Then there's Dorothy's Brother, Bob's Uncle Glenn