Monday, October 2, 2017
Andy was my mother Ruby's, youngest brother. He was about five years older than me, so he seemed like my big brother. I remember one time, he made an oven with a chimney on the bank wall of a creek. He put wood in it and made a fire that smoked through the chimney. At that time, I was about four years old. He was a very interesting big brother. He was proud that his stepdad, Babe would always loan him a dime to buy papers to sell. Andy would always pay Babe (my Grandfather) back. This was a fond memory of Andy's. Andy has many family and friends and we will miss him.
