
After more than ninety years on the earth, my Grandpa Harold Wardle died this morning. He followed his life-long sweet heart my Grandma Louise who died earlier this year in May.
He has been so lonely and restless since her death. I am delighted that they can be together again reunited and free from the entrapment that their feeble, old, mortal bodies provided in their later years.
Growing up I always knew Grandpa as a big tease and with one of the best senses of humor of anyone I know. Even after the age of ninety, with no short-term memory he was still cracking subtle jokes right and left. He had such a quick wit.
Grandpa lost his short term memory 15 or 20 years ago. It wasn’t much of a problem until Grandma also lost her short term memory about 5 years ago. Even with no short-term memory, they still had each other, and will the help of sticky notes and their white board they got along okay most the time. One thing you don’t need a short-term memory for is love.
My Grandparents loved each other very much and it was obvious. Married in 1947, they led a life time of love. Even to their very last days together on earth, you’d find them sitting right next to one another in their home holding hands. Sometimes you’d find them hand-in-hand in the dark, because they couldn’t remember if it was early morning or evening and didn’t dare turn on the lights. They were fine either way as long as they were there together holding hands.
When I was a child I remember going to their house each Sunday. It was so fun to go see them and get chased and teased by Grandpa. Times haven’t changed much in the last twenty five years, Grandpa is still the same. Just three weeks ago, he was teasing my Alyssa with his cane. Just the way he used to tease me when I was her age. He had her laughing so hard while trying to wrestle his cane out of his hand. He always loved the little children.
I remember when we would leave their house after our Sunday visit both he and Grandma would walk out with us, stand on their back porch and while holding his old-fashioned bottle of Diet Pepsi, he’d wave good-bye with one finger and say, “See you later alligator. After a while crocodile.”
As a child, I loved going through his garden sneaking raspberries off his bushes and eating them while swinging with cousins on their backyard swing set.
All my early memories of Grandpa include him in the garden or out in the pasture in his big rubber boots and a shovel. I guess he was irrigating and moving his water around.
After he had his knees replaced, he increasingly had to trade the wader boots and shovel for a cane. All the kids loved/hated Grandpa’s cane. It was hours of entertainment/tourcher when Grandpa would poke, prod, tickle and tease you with his cane.
We loved to play with Grandma and Grandpa inside their motor home. It was fascinating as a child to be in there with them. As I remember, everything in there was covered with some kind of yarn. Grandma had made a crochet cover for just about everything inside the motor home. As a result, it was very cozy and home-like in there. I remember hours of playing Rack-O and Rummingcub in there on our trips to Little Mill campground in American Fork Canyon.
I’m pretty sure American Fork Canyon was their personal Garden of Eden. We spent a lot of time there playing with our cousins drinking Shasta and eating hotdogs and marshmello’s beneath the awning of their motor home.
We loved to hear about Grandpa’s war-time experiences. He served in the Army as a cook in France and Germany and various other places. He often told us about how he would make sandwiches and coffee for all the hungry soldiers.
Grandpa and Grandma served a mission together in 1983 in Florida. I remember as a child how much I missed seeing them. I looked forward so much to their letters my mom would read me. I remember one time the sent us a baggie full of white sand from the beach. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. They were very proud of their missionary service and Florida always meant a lot to them.
Grandma and Grandpa were picture perfect grandparents who made each of their grandchildren and great grandchildren feel individually special to them. I think they were at every wedding, graduation, baby blessing, birthday party, and baptism. Their family was the most important part of their life.
We will greatly miss Grandpa’s teasing and Grandma’s cooking and both of their love. We appreciate the things they taught us by the way they lived. They leave behind a legacy of love for each other as well as their children and grandchildren.
Rest in peace Harold and Louise, until we meet on the other side, and Grandma, if you are reading this; please have a bag of your corn flake candy ready for me when I cross to the other side.
