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Condolences
Our lives have been entwined since the day you showed up to "court" my sister. I wasn't to keen of the idea at first. Soon I figured out a way for it to be to my advantage. Nancy wasn't the kind of girl a guy could drive up an honk the horn for. Bernie had to go to the door. That was when I could waylay him with " she ain't ready yet, so you can pitch the ball to me", or" how about a game of catch"? Nan was on to me of course, and wise beyond her years. I asked how come she let me get away with that and she said " you can tell alot about a guy by the way he treats kids." Bernie was always a good sport.
I was excited when they asked Sam and I to stand up with them when they got married. We were all so young. They made out all right. They worked really hard to make ends meet.
I remember when my girls and Missy were little we would all drive down to the canal, with our hot dogs, and fishing poles. Nan and I would roast the hot dogs, Dave and Bernie helped the girls with their fishing poles. The girls would get bored if they didn't catch a fish right away and go chase butterflys, or frogs. Bernie and Dave would call them back when mysteriously they would have a fish on their line. Bernie and Dave rarely caught a fish, but those girls always did! A secret the guys have taken to their graves.
Nancy and I would just roll our eyes when Bernie and Jim would talk about machines they wanted. They had fun going to Grizzley, I don't think they bought a thing. Bernie and Jim swapped machines back and forth, according to what they were working on, a practice Nan and I approved of. We will never forget moving machines around. Changing Bernie's shop around is a whole other story...
Bernie, I'm going to miss you. You were a part of my for a long time. We had good times and bad. We talked about this, we knew it was coming. Each time I left you I told I loved you and if I didn't see you again in this life, I'd see you in the next. Remember to tell my sister that I love her and I'll see you both again!
My condolences to the Youngs Family.
I just wanted to let people know that after the service we will be having a get together at the Mechanics Club. Please feel free to join us
Dad used to live across the street from me in Elmira, he liked to be helpful so when the kids would get out of school dad offered to watch them. To be honest I am not so sure if he was watching the kids or they were watching him. He had a back porch and he would let Kara use that as her play area. There was a little room off the side of the porch that had a little doorway. One day I came home and went over to see my dad. I noticed little hand prints in paint on the walls. Apparently they thought it would be fun to put their hand prints on the walls. They wrote "Do Not Enter". Again I am not sure who was watching who.
Dad would also come over and make dinner for us. He had fun and really enjoyed Brenden and Kara. They were the light of his life. He enjoyed every minute that he got to spend with them.
I remember when I was little I used to make these weird foods that I would make sure that my parents tried. So when he got the chance he did the same. He and Kara had made dinner and Kara ended up putting a bunch of things together to make her own special dinner for us. I made sure I tried it because that is what my parents did for me. I even made sure I took it to work with me for lunch the next day. And my dad made sure I tried it too.
I cannot remember a day that I ran into Bernie that he didn't put a smile on my face. He a good friend and co-worker. I can still see him running around Montour with his "scooter". Losing the love of his life really set him back and he never recovered from his loss. May God hold you in his arms Bernie you will always be remembered.
I will never forget when mom threw a egg at Bernie saying think quick. None of us knew it was boiled. Bernie was sitting in the spring rocker he jumped and the rocker fell off the rails. Mom laughed and said Bernie a boiled egg shouldn't make you fall off your rocker. We all fell over laughing,Bernie too.
Bernie was a good neighbor and friend to us. Always offering to help in any way he could. A very generous, loving, happy guy,despite his disabilities. He will be greatly missed by this community. God bless Bernie,until we meet again.
My dad was/is and always will be my hero. He was a strong, stubborn man who always wanted to make people happy. He always tried to bring a smile to the faces of others even when at times things were hard for him.
I remember when I was younger, still in school and staying at home he wasn't working but he had his own machine shop at this time smaller machines than he once had. He had decided that he wanted to move them down to the basement, even though my mom had wanted him to wait until she got home he enlisted the help of his daughter. Now this was not something I wanted to spend my day off doing so the first thing I did was call my mom. My first words to her were "Do you know what your husband is making me do?" She was not happy about this but dad and I started arranging things around so we could start moving things. Anyone who knew my dad really well knew that there were always two or three plans involved in moving things. Plan A was to get the machines or whatever from where they were currently located to the doorway of the garage and so on.
So finally we got things started. I believe it was a lathe that we were moving. We got it in the back door, I was at the bottom of the basement steps and my dad was kind of in between the wall and the machine. All of a sudden we looked up and there was my mom with her hands on her hips looking at us like we were both about ready to get grounded. And then both my father and I started cracking up laughing. My dad was not the type of person that you could stay mad with for very long. Things we did together always ended up being fun. I am going to miss those moments and those times with my dad more than anything.
