Sunday, September 15, 2024
It is with deep sadness that I share a memory of Uncle Dick. He was, to me, a fun-loving kind uncle.
Some of my favorite memories of Uncle Dick come from when I was a young girl. Every once in a while that milk truck would appear in our driveway and out he'd hop wanting to know if I wanted to spend the day with him driving his route. What an adventure for me, going from farm to farm picking up milk and then either unloading in Buffalo or Batavia. And somehow donuts always seemed to be involved. As I got older, those trips ended but I still hold those memories deep in my heart, Love to you all.
