Great Uncle Hervy I don't know where to start. I have many childhood memories when we stayed at your house and you letting me take your team and pull a stoneboat around your farm as well as going to the Essex Junction Vermont fair every year to watch you pull you team. I still remember my job every year was to polish all the brass on the head yoke straps and the bells you would hang around the teams neck. I also remember drinking hard cider and chewing snuff with you every year. When we would go to see you I always look foward to aunt Rose's dill pickles and La Caucka roucha soup as she called it. I only wish we lived closer so I could have spent more time with You. You were a great man and I could sit around all day with you and listen to your stories. May you and Great Aunt Rose RIP!!!