I've been thinking about you lately, Grandpa. I love you and miss you. Rest in Peace <3

When Ken and Darlene bought the Beartrack in Seattle, he asked Sharon and I to sail it back to Auck Bay with them. It was a five day trip that we stretched out to ten. It was in the Spring, but Ken insisted we steer from the fly deck so we could see the logs floating and avoid them. It was a week later that my socks dried out. We caught a Halibut at God's Pocket and ate that thing all the way to Juneau! The trip of a lifetime.

I worked with my dad on the Beartrack fishing. He would be in the back B.S.ing the tourists - telling them jokes, throwing herring out for the eagles, pointing out the whales, bringing in the big one (and little ones too! or sometime nothing at all - he really hated getting skunked!!) I would be driving the boat around in circles and them clean the fish on the way back in. Once back to the harbor, we would either take the tourists back or send them with the broker and then we would head downtown to the Red Dog for a hamburger ("Hammy Burger" he called them) and an Alaskan Pale Ale. Back then the tables were quite large and about 8 or 9 people could fit around a table. Eventually tourists would sit down and dad would go to work - telling stories and the same jokes!!! He could string a tale!!! He was so full of stories! Good times.

When Ken and Darlene were a young couple in Cottage Grove they had a friend in Bohemia mountain area named Bradford he was a one of a kind old miner fella and Ken shared a holiday care package with him this is a true testament to how Ken and Darlene share with out boundaries and show compassion. Ken was a giver at heart. Retold by Sara from tales growing up with Norma Bradford

One Spring while I was visiting Ken and Darlene Juneau, Ken suggested he and I go out on his boat. I'm sure Ken considered this little excersion just a routine outing to entertain his borother-in law. But for me, it was a great adventure. Little did I know that we would spend 4 days sight seeing Hoonah and other islands, crabbing, looking for bear, playing cards, visiting and fishing. On that boat together, just the two of us, I learned about Ken and came to love him. We returned to port only after I caught a nice King and Halbut and we ran out of food on the boat. A memory I will always cherrish. Thanks "Captain Ken".

As a parent I think my success would be in raising my children to be successful in their lives...mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually, to be educated and to look at me and say, "I love my Mom." When I think of Ken I see success - four grown children who are successful in their lives, strong, educated, who have kept their sense of humor and most importantly adults who look at their parents with absolute respect and love. Ken, you were successful. As a parent. As a teacher. As a friend. As a husband. God speed to you. You will remain forevermore in the hearts of those lives you touched with your strength, your humor, your teaching skills and your life skills.