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KaraMagna
15 years ago

I've never had more fun in my life than when i was baking in jackson with grandpa and watching game shows with grandma...or going on the mail runs and having barbeques or even sleeping in a tent behind there camper....i will never forget why going to jackson was so fun ...it was because i got to see them and play and do whatever a child does...but now im much more grown up and i will continue to make a trip to jackson....even when im married and have kids and i will tell then about grandma and grandpa, and tell them about how amazing grandpas no bake cookies were and about how when grandma was on the price is right. im miss them so much..i wish i would have been able to go back to jackson sooner. i love and miss you both!!! Kara Magna .Daughter of Susan (Martina) Studzinski

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Sue Walls
15 years ago

We will miss this darling woman so much. We camped with her at GW Acres in Jackson. I played cards with her and Jim. They were the sweetest people I have ever met. We were so lucky to have them as a part of our lives and love them dearly. God Bless you our dear Angel, love you. Sue, Vic and Courtney Walls

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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

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Suzy Hosek
15 years ago

Aunt Virginia loved people.That was very apparent at all of the get-togethers that she and Uncle Buss hosted during the summer time in Jackson. When Aunt Virginia called to tell me about the "family gathering" that she and Buss were hosting at their camp grounds, I assumed that it would be a rather small gathering of relatives. On the contrary, most of the people there were people I had never met before - - Wonderful people who had become such close friends to Virginia and Buss that in her mind they were truly "family". It still makes me smile to think of what a large "family" they had! People popped in and out of the gathering all day long, greeted by Virginia and Buss's warm hospitality. And no one EVER left hungry... Aunt Virginia made sure of that. Her cinnamon rolls were always a definite hit! Aunt Virginia enjoyed bowling, game shows, playing cards, and traveling. I believe the top of her list though would include just sitting and talking with family and friends. Her favorite subject? Undoubtedly her "boys". Proud of each and every one of them, Aunt Virginia would paint a picture of her "wonderful boys" for each and every listener. They were undoubtedly the light of her life. Virginia's family continues to be in our thoughts and prayers. It was certainly a privilege to know their loving mother. Blessings~ Suzy and Dan Hosek

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

My mother is a poem I'll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother. ~Sharon Doubiago I was the “baby of the family” of four boys. My Mom would quote that when she introduced me to someone I hadn’t met. I do know that grown men try to forget that whole idea but I never minded it because it linked me uniquely to my Mom. After all, I was Virginia Mae Wise Walter Fleck’s baby. My natural father died when I was 10 months old. Mom always told us that if our father had lived beyond his 35 years we would have had a “baseball team” of a family. She said he had always wanted a “big, big, family”. It all made sense then to me that we were loved so much by her. You see she prepared herself to love a family of nine and since that unfortunately was not to be the four of us got more than twice the love and support we really deserved to get. There is a band we all know that my generation grew up with… The Beatles. They have a special song that is the next to last track on their very last recorded album Abbey Road. In recent times I have thought about this song as best describing how I would feel when the day came that my Mom would no longer be of this world and how I might put her passing into context. The song is appropriately titled “The End” and it begins and continues on with a cacophony of sound and eventually and finally calmly and peacefully ends with the lyrics, And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make. My Mom made the world a happier place for those of us fortunate enough to have known and loved her. If you were able to be within the glory of her smile and obvious love of people, which was her everyday existence, then like me you know that at her end she found calm and peace and was lifted all the way to heaven on the bounty of love she takes with her even if it is but a fraction of the love and kindness she brought to our world.

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

Mom and Dad Fleck spent the winter months in Oxnard, CA and summer months in Jackson MI. Luke and Tepa lived for a time in Northern CA while Luke was stationed at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield, CA. Fairfield is about a 7 hour drive from Oxnard and about an hour and a half from Roseville CA where this picture was taken. At Thanksgiving Luke and Tepa would have the local family over to their place. When Luke retired and moved to Helsinki I did my best to continue the tradition of having Mom and Dad travel to Northern California for Thanksgiving. Some years they would come, others they would have to cancel for various reasons. This picture was the last Thanksgiving trip they could make and their very last "pack up the car and hit the road trip" that they both so loved to do. This picture is Thanksgiving morning 2007. We of course, as usual, had a fire going in the fireplace , football on the TV, and a turkey roasting in the oven. I know we all had a good time together one last time on one of our favorite holidays even if it didn't include the whole family. Thank God for that last opportunity.

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

This is a photo of my Mom's family. From left is her brother Jesse, Mom, brother Cletis, father Isaac Leonard Wise and mother Viola Blanche Fleck Wise. The photo reminds me of a story about my Mom. My Mom’s father, Isaac Leonard Wise, (remembered by me as “Grampap”) lived with us when I was a boy. He passed away in the summer of 1965 and not long after that Mom felt a need to visit his surviving sister and her favorite aunt, Aunt Edna in Jefferson City Missouri. We lived in Irwin Pennsylvania at the time and we owned an old American Motors Rambler station wagon. Wherever she went her boys went with her so she loaded up the old car with her four boys and our dog "Skeeter" and we drove off to Jefferson City. We couldn't afford hotels so when she got sleepy she would pull off the road and doze for a while and we'd be on our way again. That was OK but she didn't like to drive on freeways or turnpikes or fast roads so we took all the back roads from Irwin to Jefferson City. She of course got us all there and back safe and sound, she made sure of that.

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

This photo shows Mom and Lucas Walter at a picnic circa 1940s. They are both seated at the far right of the picture.

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

Mom always loved old photos of her family but I think I liked them more and probably because I knew Mom liked them so well. This is the family of Lucas and Virginia Walter of course sitting out off the porch of our house at 507 Price Avenue in North Braddock PA. That garbage can in the background reminds me of a story that Mom would tell often and I very much remember. She would let us play out in the rain, "as long as it wasn't lightning" she would say. It was raining one day a year or so after this picture was taken and she got us into our "swimming trunks" and out we went to this area where we are sitting to play in the rain. Me being the baby and dumbest one of the bunch at the time dug out a ham can from that garbage can. I also dug out the sharp lid that results when you turned the key around the edge to remove the lid. You remember the key, it was like soldered to the back of the can and you broke it off and put a metal nub edge through the hole in the key and turned the key around the edge until you reached the end and the lid would come off. I set that lid with the sharp edge down on those bricks or concrete slab and in the excitement of running around in the ran forgot about it and stepped on it. My big toe was hanging on by a piece of skin. She grabbed me up and someone drove us to the hospital. The driver was probably my Grandpap Walter who lived just up the street from us on Price Avenue. I know I bled through the towel she wrapped around my toe, all over the car and all over her. The doctor told her that he would try to sew the toe back on because little dumb kids have the ability to heal and grow even bone when they are young. It worked. I still don't mind the rain like my Mom taught me "as long as it isn't "lightning out" but this still dumb kid has learned to stay out of the garbage knowing that I would never be able to heal like I could in 1957. Thanks for the memories Mom.

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Rick Walter
15 years ago

This is how my Mom would want and will always be remembered. As the loving Mother of 4 boys who always did her best to put our best foot forward in spite of her challenge of raising us without much in the way of material support. The mop in the background is perfect as there is no doubt that soon before or soon after this picture was taken she was cleaning up something one of us had gotten into. Another thing she was adamant about was maintaining a spotless home for her boys. As you look at this picture is there anything about it that suggests she was challenged by single parenthood or that we appear at all lacking for love and support and a happy home?

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