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We are participating in the Black & White Sunday blog hop.

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Today’s photo courtesy of Charlie.

Hi everyone, it’s Walter here. A few weeks ago we received a gift from one of our blogging friends Mr. N, the Tenacious Little Terrier. He also has a Facebook page that our mom checks on for us. On Facebook he asked his friends to caption a picture for a small prize and we won a penguin!

I think this penguin is almost as big as Mr. N

I think this penguin is almost as big as Mr. N

We have had quite a few days where it has been too cold to play outside so mom decided she would let me play with the penguin. I’m a lot like our friend Easy when it comes to stuffies. Scroll down to see all the fun I had.

You smell like Mr. N

You smell like Mr. N

First I work on removing the scarf

First I worked on removing the scarf

Is there something stuck to my lips?

Is there something stuck in my teeth?

I feel that squeaker in there

I feel that squeaker in there

Have to extract that squeaker from his stomach

I must remove the squeaker from his stomach

Now on to the intestines!

Now on to the intestines!

Next I have to remove the stuffing

Next I have to remove the stuffing

He is starting to look a bit thin

He is starting to look a bit thin

Digging deep for more stuffing

Digging deep for more stuffing

Not much left in here

Not much left in here

What? Is there something else on my lip?

What? Is there something on my lip?

That was a great half our of work. I'm exhausted!

That was a great half hour of work. I’m exhausted!

R.I.P. Mr. Penguin

R.I.P. Mr. Penguin

The aftermath

The aftermath

Boy did I ever have a great time. I think Easy would be proud of my skills. It took me over a half hour to create that pile of fluff from that penguin. As you can see I was very good and didn’t eat any of the stuffing or other bits I ripped out of the penguin. After that my mom got her exercise by picking up all the trash off the floor. BOL!

Thanks Mr. N for giving me something to do on one of our super cold days.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Hi everyone! Today is Valentine’s Day and also the big dance that the Mayor Doods are hosting for all of us.

Heart to Heart Dance

I, Walter, am attending the big event with my girlfriend Tuiren.

Don't we look great!

Don’t we look great!

She sent me a wonderful Valentine’s Day card today. I hope she doesn’t mind if I share it with all of you.

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I love you too Tuiren and if I’m lucky I might be able to steal a kiss later today at the dance.

Millie decided to go stag this year (since our mom never tried to help her find a date) but she heard a couple of silver misty grey guys were going together and is hoping to get a dance with both of them. She especially hopes she gets to wish Goose a Happy Birthday with a dance.

Millie is ready for the dance

Millie is ready for the dance

Well we better get going. We don’t want to miss out on any of the action or any of the good food and fun. Check out the Mayor Doods blog for links to all the fun.

Friday Frolic in the Snow

Hi everyone it’s Millie & Walter here.

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We are joining the {This Moment} See Beautiful blog hop this month hosted by Sugar. As you saw earlier this week Millie loves being out in the snow. Even though many people and pups don’t enjoy the snow much we both really love playing and being together in it. Here are a few more pictures from a recent romp in our deep snow. We think snow play is beautiful.

By the way our secretary forgot to tell you that the pictures of Millie from our previous post and all the pictures in this post were taken by our dad, Charlie. Don’t forget if you want to see a larger version of the image just click on it. Enjoy the show!

We start out on our feet

Wrestling action up high

Diving into the snow

Diving into the snow

Millie starts to dominate

Millie starts to dominate

The hold down position

The hold down position

Stay down Walter!

Stay down Walter!

Get off me Millie!

Get off me Millie!

Back to the high level action

Back to the high level action

It's your turn to go down Millie

It’s your turn to go down Millie

You can't hold down Millie for long

You can’t hold down Millie for long

The tables turn and Millie goes in for the take down

The tables turn and Millie goes in for another take down

You can't keep me down for long Walter

You can’t keep me down for long Walter

Take that!

Take that!

Hey Millie...I can't breathe!

Hey Millie…I can’t breathe!

The End!

The End!

Portraits of a Snow Queen

Hi everyone, it’s Millie here! We sure have been getting lots of snow lately and the snow is very deep in our yard.

Snow is 16 inches (40+ cm) deep on top of our bird bath.

Snow is 16 inches (40+ cm) deep on top of our bird bath.

When Walter and I take a break from all our playing I like to find an untouched plot of snow and settle down to cool off for a while. Let me show you how it goes.

First step is to stick your head under the snow.

First step is to stick your head under the snow.

Next you bring your head up looking like a snow monster.

Next you bring your head up looking like a snow monster.

Get a drink by licking the snow off your nose

Get a drink by licking the snow off your nose

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Fresh snow is great…no yellow snow in sight!

 

Looking regal...or watching Walter?

Looking regal…or watching Walter?

Looking Regal!

Looking Regal!

That is how you cool off in the snow! I hope you enjoyed my tutorial.

 

Dear readers I hope you will indulge me as I remember my father one last time. My brother-in-law, Richard Davisson, gave the eulogy at my father’s memorial service and it was the best one anyone ever could have given for him. With permission I am printing the eulogy here.

In Memory of my Father-in-law

Charles Samuel “Chuckie” Welch

by Richard Davisson

Thank you all for coming to celebrate the life of Charles Samuel Welch. My name is Richard Davisson and I am have been married to Colleen for more than 30 years which means we only have about a quarter century to go to match Chuck and Claire’s marriage.

I was asked to share a few words but I need to establish a few ground rules first. I will be reading from my notes to keep from blubbering which is a trait I share with my father-in-law.

I will keep this mostly irreverent because Chuckie loved to laugh and it also helps to keep me from blubbering. So in keeping with this I need to tell you all this right now, I’m not wearing my good suit because our cats peed on it. Chuckie would love knowing that.

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Colleen & Rich Davisson

Finally I will keep this brief and will be leaving lots out because that’s all Chuck would tolerate. If I dare ramble on too long we all know what Chuckie would say: “That’s the stupidest damn eulogy I’ve ever heard!”

So with that in mind, I would like to take us back to 1982. Mr. Welch I said– “Call me Chuck”, ah, yes sir – “call me Chuck”, ah okay… “ I love your wife… I mean your daughter, and I would like to ask for her hand in marriage.” Through his wire frame glasses and without pausing to consider my question he immediately answered, “Why are you asking me?” I don’t honestly remember anything more of the conversation but years later I came to realize that what he meant was “Son, I love my daughter and I trust her judgment. So you need to be talking to her. For my part, if you promise to love and respect her, care for her, protect her and provide for her then you have my blessing”.

Years later my business was tanking. I was gasping for air and looking for wisdom. After listening to me drone on for much too long Chuck finally looked at me and said “You’ll figure it out. What channel is the golf tournament on?” A few years later as I had figured it out and got the business back on track I realized what he meant: “You’ll figure it out. What channel is the LPGA tournament on?”

That was Chuckie. He was a man of many words when talk was cheap, few when they were important.

Chuck loved this church. The golden years for him being when his friend Bill Pegg led this congregation. Church member Bill L. told me a story last night about a time they were ushering when two elderly ladies broke into a heated argument over who had the right to sit in a certain pew. Chuck interceded and the result: They both turned on him and stormed out of the church! Chuck stood there, mouth agape until Bill came over and told him to find Claire and get a hug.

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The Final Roll Call poem and Flag Blanket

Chuck loved his country. When he was moved to hospice Monday the staff at St. Anne’s saw that he had been a veteran. They presented him with a beautiful poem thanking him for his service and an American flag blanket. A few hours before he passed he rallied, woke from his sleep and the nurse had a chance to share this with him. Satisfied, he fell back to sleep knowing that we all appreciate his duty to country and his sacrifice for our freedom.

Chuck lands on his solo flight in 1989

Chuck lands on his solo flight in 1989

Chuck was a man of mystery. Who knew that he would love both grocery stores and hot air balloons? How do they even go together?

There was a dark side to Chuck – he had enemies to be sure. And of course I’m talking about his arch rivals: the sycamore trees in his yard. That battle raged on long before I knew him. “Twigs and roots. Those are the dirtiest damn trees!”. That was the battle cry that I would hear every spring. I think he secretly loved winter because it covered the roots that were popping up in his lawn.

Chuck loved to use his snowblower

Chuck loved to use his snowblower

Chuck loved his friends. He also loved winter because he got to run the snow blower. I’m sure his first love was Claire and the kids, his second was golf and his third was running his snow blower up and down Belmeade. There is something special about the care and camaraderie up and down Belmeade and I suspect that Chuckie (and Claire) had a whole lot to do with this. I’m sure Chuck would wish that this tradition continue.

Chuckie had a unique twist with the pronunciation of some words in tradition of Norm Crosby for those of us old enough to know that reference. These were known as “Chuckisms” and it was great sport to try to inspire him. Paul was telling me about the time Chuck was explaining that one of the kids had been diagnosed with ADD. “Paul”, he said, “the doctors say he’s got DNA!”

Chuck loved sports and was loyal to his teams. But I think he chose his teams based on their ability to beat Syracuse and Notre Dame. And that was the real sport in his life: Finding someone who he thought should love SU or ND and rubbing their nose in a loss. It didn’t really matter to Chuck if they actually cared about those teams – he just loved a good argument.

Chuck & Claire on vacation

Chuck & Claire on vacation

Chuck loved to travel. When Chuck and Claire retired we were all concerned that they would have nothing to do. Wow were we off base!

In addition to being a volunteer driver for the red cross, he helped out with many church functions here, was the assistant play by play for the high school , he and Jeff were ardent lacrosse fans, Chuck and Claire made regular pilgrimages to Detroit and Connecticut and Florida and Arizona and traveled extensively. We always had to schedule our family visits well ahead of time to be able to squeeze in between elder hostels.

I feel I’ve visited most of the globe vicariously through his verbal and pictorial travelogue – the pictures of exotic locations and the detailed descriptions of perfect strangers that they met and befriended. Everyone had a story – EVERYONE… But if we were less than interested in the details, his enthusiasm was infectious none-the-less. He really loved people and went out of his way to get to know them.

There were no strangers in Chuck’s world just friends he had yet to meet.

Chuck touched so many lives in so many ways. You may have noticed one of the bouquets were from his favorite bagel shop near their house. Every day for the last forty years he would get up, go to the bagel store and order one bagel. I’m not sure he liked bagels all that much but I’m sure he loved to kibitz with the folks there. When we were cleaning up last night after the visitation we noticed a small brown bag on the counter by the flowers. In it – one plain bagel.

Chuck & the Davisson Grandkids

Chuck & the Davisson Grandkids

Chuck loved his family. He called me “Dickie”. Nobody calls me “Dickie”! I called him Chuckie or Grandpa but I really knew him as “Dad” because he certainly was to me. He was so proud of his grandkids. He hated hockey but loved to come to see my kids play. I don’t think he ever forgave me for me hating golf but I was redeemed to some degree when I gave him a grandson that played. Colleen and I gave him blondes, Paul and Lisa gave him brunettes, Cindy and Charlie gave him dogs and he loved them all equally.

He was Facebook before there was such a thing. We would hear about Charlie’s workshop, Cindy’s latest quilts, and Paul’s love of St. John’s. He would go into great detail about Lisa’s latest job. Of course he had absolutely no idea what it was she was actually doing but “you know Lisa, it has to be important”.

Chuck was virtuous. Patience is a virtue we are told. But of all the virtues that Chuck possessed this wasn’t on the bottom of the list, it never made the list. For those of us who knew him, loved him, where touched by him, to heck with patience. Chuckie made haste a virtue.

He lived in the now. And that kept us all hopping. We were all shocked to find out that Chuckie passed so quickly but when you stop and think of it, isn’t that EXACTLY Charles Samuel Welch!

 

Thank you Rich for the perfect description of my dad Chuck Welch.

Below is a slide show that ran at the visitation and after the memorial service. It chronicles my dad’s life from his first year to his last. In the early photos the other boy he is often pictured with is his brother Ronald who died many years ago.

If you can’t see the video or want a larger view you can go here to watch the video.

Thank you again for all your love and support during this time for myself and my family.

Today would have been my parents 57th wedding anniversary.

February 1, 1958

February 1, 1958

I want to share with you a couple of things. First a video I put together (with the help of a professional videographer – thank you Kelley) for my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. The video is a bit long so I will understand if you don’t watch it all and yes, that is my voice narrating it.

The next item I want to share is a very cute poem a friend of my parents composed for their 50th anniversary.

A Golden Voyage by Greg Livadas

Chuck first saw Claire at the Buffalo station
She was lugging a mixer, some automation.

Right then Chuck offered his help
He picked up that mixer and let out a yelp.

Their journey began that day near the trains
Their love for each other to this day remains.

They visit their children, Colleen, Cindy, Paul,
Five grandchildren too, they’re getting so tall.

Claire’s passion for teaching never did wilt
Her favorite hobby is making a quilt.

Chuck always enjoys watching lacrosse
He’s happily retired so reports to no boss.

He drives on the highways delivering blood.
Once while ballooning he fell in the mud.

The Fourth of July they’re at Town Hall
Selling church popcorn for one and for all.

Chuck as a pilot, he had so much fun
And Claire got a ride, but only just one.

They travel the world, enjoy a good tour
Seeing new sights is the big lure.

Alaska, Sodoma, they’ll never forget
Especially in Italy, the in-ground toilet.

Chuck wants to win the lottery, please!
While Claire is content with some Limburger cheese.

This couple is watching each other’s backs
That’s why their marriage has remained on the tracks.

So happy 50th, to this husband and wife
I’m so glad you’re both a part of my life.

Just a couple of days ago Greg updated the ending of the poem:

Seven years later, Chuck’s journey on earth ended
It’s doubtful the hole in our hearts will be mended.

He lived a great life, even died on his terms
The love from his family and friends do affirm.

His legacy now blooms as bright as the dawn
As long as we remember, he’ll never really be gone.

Thank you Greg for a wonderful tribute to my parents and allowing me to publish it here.

I also wanted to thank all of my readers for your wonderful comments over the past few days. It has warmed my heart to know so many of you are thinking of my family during this difficult time. I can’t thank all of you individually so please know I am grateful. I am hopeful that I can get caught up on all that has been happening around Blogville and get back to commenting and a normal life soon.

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