Horace Lapp, my grandfather, was a very kind and intelligent person who was also connected to the earth in a way that has truly inspired me for all of these years. When my immediate family would go to the mountains and bring back a couple of baby trees, he would pick the worst looking ones and make them grow into beautiful bushes and trees. He loved to garden, loved to attend church, had so many wonderful years with his wife Hazel - indeed, Horace and Hazel were the cohesive force for my father, his sisters (Horace and Hazel's fine children), making Sunday dinners for everyone who was in town, and host everyone else (like Dorothy, Helen, and Betty Jane, Richard). In retrospect, those were some of the finest times in my life.
On the day before he died, he asked me to cut his lawn, which I did with great enthusiasm - when I came back, he asked if I had done as he asked. I said that I did and that put his mind at ease. He told me,
On the day before he died, he asked me to cut his lawn, which I did with great enthusiasm - when I came back, he asked if I had done as he asked. I said that I did and that put his mind at ease. He told me,
