Harvey Edgar Yerdon
October 14th, 1914 - August 26th, 2007
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My great-grandfather was a logger, back-hoe driver, maple syrup maker, school bus driver, & wire strander. He flew airplanes, and loved rebuilding gas engines, steam engine trains, and traveling. Some of the hardships he faced in life included finding a job in the great depression, World War II, the death of his daughter Elucia Lane (my grandma who died when my mom was young), and his cancer. He had six children, twenty-three grandchilren, more great-grandchildren than I know (of which I am one), and two great-great granddaughters, Kayli & Katherine.
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"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let my name be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before, only better; infinitely happier and forever."
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