My Grandmas

My grandmothers who passed away days apart from one another this December. I can't thank them enough for raising such sound children.

My Grandma Ruby Bishoff

My Grandma Ruby didn't say much while I was growing up and at the time I thought that meant she didn't know a lot or had grown up supressed from expressing her opinion. The reality is she didn't have to be boisterous and overbearing to get her point across. My dad told a story at the funeral of how my grandma never scolded them as boys, but instead would ask them questions about the trouble they had gotten into, which would lead them pondering about the matter themselves. After my dad told that story it was like the mystery of her actions had been solved. I realize now that she was a natural Socrates (or maybe it was Pluto or Aristotle). Grandma Ruby was married to my Grandpa for over 70 years!!! My grandpa loved her so much. I have never seen my grandpa cry except for when he starts talking about his passed away lover. They were best friends. I suppose Bishoff's are lovers. She raised three great boys and for that I am forever grateful for her.

(My dad, the eldest Brad, and youngest Tom)

Grandma June Parkes

(and my mom drinking out of a coconut in her undies)

Grandma June could always make me laugh, but not because she was trying to be funny, it was just her whole personality that made me laugh. I think my mom takes right after her. Grandma June loved to say things that would get a rise out of you ( in a fun fashioned way). I was always amused by her Australian accent and was intrigued with her choice of words. Rubbers where erasers, and every type of shoe was a boot (shoes) or a thong (sandals). Im glad that she was able to raise good looking children..... ha.