Ezra S. - Its A Bass Story
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Keely L.
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Melissa K.
Well, since I've known your dad since I was probably 6 years old, I still can't call him anything but Mr. Suhr . As far as memories go, I don't really have any specific stories about your dad that stick out in my mind, but I just remember him always being there when I was over. I remember always sitting at the kitchen table all together and he usually cooked us up some spaghetti or chili. I remember having spaghetti and chili at your house a lot and it was always so good! I remember all the crazy things that we did as kids... cheerleading in the balcony, making pillow people and putting on all kinds of makeup and walking around in the cornfields, and I remember that your dad was always there, laughing with us and always being so genuinely nice! I'm not sure if he ever had to sit in on any plays though, I think that might have always been your mom . I remember coming over for birthday parties and singing the happy birthday song with everybody. As we got a little older I remember your dad being at our St. Johns basketball games and track meets and all the other activities we did. When I picture him now every memory that comes back to me he always has a smile on his face and that is how I will always remember your dad.
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Keely L.
I have two memories to share. The first took place on a very cold September weekend In 2007, when I joined the fun for Suhrfest at your family cottage. There was a sign hanging in the living room area (if I'm not mistaken) that read Welcome to the Lodge. You changed it to read "Welcome to the Hodge". We waited a long time, maybe all weekend. I can't remember exactly. In the end, he had to be pointed out the sign that everyone thought was funny/clever.
My most recent memory is last year in September 2012, Colleen, Jen and I came to visit you. We had a jam packed weekend which included a visit to New Glarus Brewery and Monroe Cheese Days. Your dad graciously offered to drive, so the four of us could enjoy ourselves at the brewery. Your dad had his own, back road route. He definitely got us lost but nobody seemed to mind. Or maybe it was just one of the most indirect ways of getting there. He mostly had us going in the right direction but with all the winding back roads, he constantly had to turn and adjust. Only once, did we have to turn around completely. When we got to New Glarus we definitely made your dad take lots of pictures of us.
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Rachel T.
Whenever I watch my brother John and my youngest daughter Jessica play together I'm reminded of how my Uncle Roger used to play with me. I particularly remember one morning at my Grandma's house. He was lying on the floor trying to watch something on TV and I wanted him to play with me. So, I laid down next to him to "watch" the show with him. Soon it became me poking and tickling him. Which in turn turned into him wrestling me, which turned into me getting a bit hurt, and running off crying (or maybe just crying to Grandma if I was losing). That didn't last long, because soon I was "watching" TV with him again. And the cycle started all over...poking, ticking wrestling, crying. On this particular morning I have the feeling this went on and on until my Grandma yelled! I don't ever, other than this one time, remember my Grandma yelling, but this morning she lost it! Then I think she sent me to my cousins house, so Uncle Roger could watch his TV show in peace. I will cherish watching my brother and daughter interact and fondly remember my Uncle Roger.
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Melissa K.
Well, since I've known your dad since I was probably 6 years old, I still can't call him anything but Mr. Suhr . As far as memories go, I don't really have any specific stories about your dad that stick out in my mind, but I just remember him always being there when I was over. I remember always sitting at the kitchen table all together and he usually cooked us up some spaghetti or chili. I remember having spaghetti and chili at your house a lot and it was always so good! I remember all the crazy things that we did as kids... cheerleading in the balcony, making pillow people and putting on all kinds of makeup and walking around in the cornfields, and I remember that your dad was always there, laughing with us and always being so genuinely nice! I'm not sure if he ever had to sit in on any plays though, I think that might have always been your mom . I remember coming over for birthday parties and singing the happy birthday song with everybody. As we got a little older I remember your dad being at our St. Johns basketball games and track meets and all the other activities we did. When I picture him now every memory that comes back to me he always has a smile on his face and that is how I will always remember your dad.
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