http://vianopolis.com/yearbooks/details ... ge_id=4181Arden, I won't call you "uncle", even though, phonetically, at Via, your name was "klarden", "cularden", and variations thereof.
Thank you for being a wonderful Christian example to me while I was growing up in Vianopolis. First of all, you loved your wife. I saw you both disagree.....God has blessed you both with a great deal of intellect, and you both have strong opinions, but I always saw a mature, loving relationship.
Thanks so much for singing bass. Thanks for leading the choir. Thanks for signing my report cards. Thanks for sparking my interest in what was going on in the world around us, and on distant shores. Thanks for the skits you did on skit night.....
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Thanks for playing the trumpet alongside my father-in-law.
Thanks for singing in the quartet with Paulo, Jim and Jonathan (did Ted join you as well?).
Thanks for serving our country in the Navy.
Thanks to both of you for paying me to cut your grass, do a little gardening. That money helped pay for the trips we would make to Anapolis to get our teeth worked on...yes, Frank Parker was the driver.
I never fully figured out why you two left Via. I've made my own cynical deductions based on the political aspirations of those adults who remained. But please know that you and your wife left a huge void. Not only were you excellent teachers, but you were good role models. With Jean Hann teaching English, the two of you contributing in so many ways, with Marcy cooking, with Bob and Fay and other good dormparents supporting us...those were good days. I wish my sister had known more of that, and none of the horror she suffered in the little dorm.
Papa Papa Two, Zulu Bravo November: a belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to you and your lovely wife