Wednesday, November 4, 2009
So very sad to hear of Lev's passing; I have such fond childhood memories, having lived across the road from him for the first half of my life! Have you ever seen anyone with so much wood cut up and neatly stowed? He would always hold up his hand in greeting, whether you were coming or going from the house; I can picture him now leaning out the dutch door of the barn, always a smile and a word or two. In years gone by, you'd see him on his tractor, getting the ground ready for vegetables, with a dog nearby, probably a cat or two hanging out, watching... I remember one winter when I was a teenager, taking the turn from Baird's Lane onto Levi's Place (aptly named) much too fast on Dad's Trike. Unable to negotiate the turn, I rolled the machine into Lev's fence and broke down a big portion of it! I remember telling him I would fix the fence and apologized profusely. He simply smiled and said, 'Don't worry about the fence. I am just happy you are okay.' Well Em, Lev is 'okay' now - no more pain or sickness. Treasure your memories of him - I will.
