In 1945 we adopted a boy, David. He lived for 26 years and died from kidney failure. He was married to Faith and they had a daughter, Eve called Tosh. Tosh lives with her mother in Ely, Minnesota. Effie passed away January 31, 1985. In July, 1978 we celebrated our Golden Wedding Anniversary at the Turtle Mountain Lutheran Church near Carbury, North Dakota. Vernon recalled how much our Christmas presents were so important to them when they were kids. During the 1930's a few weeks before Christmas I would gather a few children's toys from the store and send to the farm. Vernon said they would wait and wonder if a box or two would come and sure enough it would arrive on Christmas eve or the day before.

The following is a description of David.

To start with, David isn't just an ordinary guy --- I suppose it would be easier to describe, him to the reader so he can
get a clearer picture of what I'm trying to get across.

To date, David is 12 years and 28 days old.

David is tall, David is stocky and heavy, and walks with the lonesome grace of a stork on stilts.

His chief topographical features are: ears like loving cup handles, hair like a well used kitchen mop and grin like a St. Bernard puppy.

He likes sports -- except basketball. He just can't see why growing and grown men still dribble all over the floor.

In his typical pre-teen state, he is about as graceful as a sow on roller skates.

But I'm slipping away from my point. I'm describing the everyday David,

The quiet, subdued, almost well behaved David

I'd really like to tell you about his younger days.

David started his school career with a bang --- or should I say a mild panic.

The first chance he got he gave in to his curiosity and pushed the little red button on the school house wall.

When he was questioned if he knew who set off the fire alarm he answered cooly,

Needless to say, he didn't convince the school authorities very well. It was then that David had his first,
but by no means last, meeting with the Board Of Education -- to wit:

a stick about three feet long and a half inch wide, and a lot of hurt.

I suppose I could go on describing his missadventures for a month. However, I just don't have the time, patience, paper or lead.

The true point is that David is a real example of the All-American boy.

A little angel, a little devil, an unceasingly curious bundle of running, jumping, fighting, laughing, scheming and dreaming young malehood.

A future spaceman, cowboy, doctor, and white hunter combined.

The strong hearted hero who's favourite word is --- "MOM"