Dad, If you are up there and awake this morning.... Happy Father's Day! Tell Mom I said Hi! Rick

i love them so muchh...its going to be so different going to jackson and not seeing them there....im going to miss grandpas awesome no bake cookies and grandmas story about be on the price is right and watching grandpa fly his planes and going on mail runs with them.....playing and learning new card games with the group they had there.....im never going to forget them. ever..and i will continue to go to jackson...even when im married and have kids of my own..ill pass on my storys and good times had there....and hope they will do the same to there kidss i love and miss you both!!! Kara Magna Daughter of Susan (Martina) Studzinski

After over 42 years of life together, Clarence Pershing Fleck's loving wife passed less than two months after he did. They are together again. (For the memorial to his dear wife, see http://www.respectance.com/Virginia_Mae_Wise_Walter_Fleck

Grandma, Grandpa and the boys staying with us on Avalon when they first moved to Michigan. Spending holidays at the Ursuline house. Grandma’s fried carrots, cinnamon buns, and cookies with Hershey kisses inside. Grandma chasing us girls through the house acting like she was going to spank us with a spatula (we and grandma laughing). Grandpa’s airplanes. Musgo days (everything in the fridge has to be eaten ‘cuz it musgo today!) Summers in Jackson, going to the creamery, driving around in the golf cart, sitting around the camp fire talking, roasting marshmallows, and laughing. Family reunions in Jackson. Grandpa’s shish kabobs. Fishing with Grandpa. Grandpa’s hugs. My grandparents were the best. I love them, and miss them very much. Kathy

Brother Luke and sister-in-law Tepa traveled from their home in Helsinki, Finland to spend the past couple weeks visiting with Mom. I met them all in Oxnard earlier this week. I stopped by Maywood Acres where Mom is now living early this past Tuesday before departing for home to say goodbye to Mom. As I was leaving one of the nurses stopped me and mentioned that she had cared for Dad while he was at Shoreline and offered her condolences. She shared with me that she was saddened and surprised by his sudden passing. She said that right up until he had his stroke she would see him laughing and enjoying himself during the social hour that they had at Shoreline daily. As soon as the piano started playing, she said, he would ask her to dance and dance they would and that he was a "great" dancer. She said Dad was a very nice person to have known.

I have many fond memories of my Uncle Buss. Why, Uncle Buss bought me my OWN first bottle of pop! At the time, our families were on vacation in Canada and we all had a wonderful time. It was during this same trip that he taught me how to shuffle cards. Uncle Buss made shish-ka-bob better than anyone I know. He also introduced me to Filet-Mignon during a family gathering at his house. Hamburger never tasted quite the same after that experience. :) Why, it was Uncle Buss who gave me the nickel to put in the slot machine during a family gathering. Believe it or not, I hit the jack-pot with that nickel! I will never forget the lovely time we had with Buss and Virginia when they came to visit us on the way back to Jackson a few years ago. Uncle Buss spent most of his time baking so many delicious goodies for us to enjoy. I have been told that he came by his talent naturally....His mother was a wonder baker, too. I especially liked Uncle Buss's no-bake cookies, cinnamon rolls, and brownies. No one makes them like Uncle Buss! I think of him when I use the recipes that he gave to me when he was here. Our sincere thanks to Rick for keeping the family informed of how Buss and Virginia are doing. Aunt Virginia, you continue to be in our thoughts and prayers. Love, Suzy

He would come to Pa. with Aunt Ginny and stay at my mom's house. He would bake cookies and cinnamon rolls, tell us stories of his trails on the road and his love of building and flying airplanes, his trips to Michigan to bake for the neighbors and delivering mail there. Uncle Jim talked about his enjoyment of driving across the country from Michigan to California and all the stops in between to meet with family and friends. He liked playing cards until the wee hours with my mom and Aunt Ginny., made himself comfortable to take an occasional nap. We enjoyed their yearly visits and he will be sadly missed. God has blessed us with this fine man. Audrey and Dave Granny

thanks uncle jim for the memories , thanks for comeing to pa, every year, it was so nice to see you, you will always be remembered, you will always be in our hearts, steve and mary starek

We camped with Jim and Virginia. I played cards with them for many yrs. When Jim would play Shanghi with us, he would always buy the cards I needed and hold on to them no matter what so I knew if he bought my card that my game was over! He also made us sample his baked goods as we were playing cards. We loved his cinnamon rolls, pineapple upside down cake, no bake cookies, brownies and peanut butter cookies. We missed Jim and Virginia last year as their health was failing so they had to move away from us permanently. It just wasn't the same out here with them gone. Virginia, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as I know you and Jim had a wonderful love for each other. Take care dear one and know that we're always thinking of you and love you very much. God bless you and Jim! Sue, Vic and Courtney Walls Ashley, Mike, Cayleigh and Brooklyn Whittaker

Dad was my Dad since I was 16, starting when I was away at school and later when I lived in many different places during my 28 year career in the Air Force. He also became the Dad to a Finnish daughter-in-law in 1977. We took advantage of many opportunities over the years to visit Dad and Mom in Oxnard and in Jackson, Michigan; and Dad and Mom visited us when we lived in Las Vegas, Phoenix, Washington DC, and even in Italy. When I retired from the Air Force in 2001, Tepa and I moved to Finland and we made plans for Dad and Mom’s long-awaited visit to Helsinki, and that trip finally happened in 2003 (and again in 2005). Of course, Dad was in his element baking cinnamon rolls, grilling shish-ka-bobs, fishing, and bowling—proving in Finland that he could do anything anywhere! He was a great husband to our Mom and a great father to me—and to Tepa. We loved him and we miss him.