Walter Vincent Niemantsverdriet, Jr.
"I remember my grandfather coming home from work at Ross GearGreat-granddaughter Kendra's memories are
Smelling gloriously of machinery, tired, but still with a kind word.
I remember him teaching me a favorite poem:Little fly sittin' on a wallI remember his stories of childhood,
Him no got no home at all
Him no got no mom to comb him hair
Him no care
Him no got no hair
Of his family storing apples in a hole in the backyard through the winter;
I remember his stories of youthful mischief,
Of an overturned outhouse, and of secret purple Purdue watermelons;
I remember his welcoming my sweetheart, my bride, into his family;
I remember his love for my Grandmother;
I remember his thoughtfulness,
The playful light that shone in his smiling eyes,
The gentle sweetness held steady in his lightly shaking hand.
I remember his love
And I always will.
It's so hard to see you go, Grandpa.
You left this world with your touch upon our hearts. Thank you."
"When I was little, I would go to his house and he and Grandma would watch me when my Mom and Dad worked. When I got there he had stacked oatmeal boxes up as high as he could reach, and I loved to knock them down. I would have him stack them up all over again. My Grandpa loved to play with me. My Grandpa was special and I love him."So, you are probably wondering "And this is a great man?" Well, to me he was. For he was my father, my dad, my papa. And so, I shall remember him, he shall always live in my heart. Dad, this song is for you.