Grandson Mitchell’s football team, the Middleton Cardinals, won their first round game of the State Championships (Division 1). They beat the only team that beat them this year, Sun Prairie. Final Score, 33-10. Mitchell kept bragging about a “bone crushing” block on offense. The block occurred right in front of the coach. Yep, my Grandson is not stupid! Make sure the coach sees it. The second round game is on Friday against Fond du lac.
Grasshoppper No.4 and family did a tour of the Kettle Marine area recently. The colors this time of year are usually spectacular. During the tour, they stopped at the Plymouth Cemetary looking for family grave sites. There is one large stone that my Grandfather bought for his family. It stands about six feet tall with the family name engraved in big letters. No.4 was taken to visit the grave site as he was growing up many times by your Mom and I and I remember sharing stories. For some reason my stories about my Grandfather (actually my namesake) never registered with No.4. He was surprised to learn that “Chalk” (my grandfather’s nickname) was only 47 when he died. They did not do an autopsy but he had high blood pressure and the spectulation was that it was a heart attack or a stroke. The question of heritage comes into question. Is there a family predisposition to heart issues? I have always dismissed the thought. Chalk’s brother lived to be 100 years old. Chalk had an accident when he was in his 30’s. He wrenched his knee and it required surgery. They did not have replacement knees in those days. Over the next 10 years he had a total of 6 knee operations, the last procedure actually locked the leg so that it would not bend. He was in constant pain. His back bore the brunt of the stiff leg as he walked. My theory is that the crude medical procedures ( and anesthetics) made him susceptible to heart issues. I guess we will never know. Chalk’s dad lived to be 80.
Mom and I also enjoyed the fall colors last weekend. Madison. Badgers beat Maryland big time. Temperatues in the mid-60’s. Does it get any better?
Love,
Dad