"There were few men that touched the sky, and let tomorrow be there guide."

"His face was rough, scratchy from unshaven hair stubble. His voice was deep, commanding, yet gentle and kind. He gave of himself, when others took, and took. When they used his giving nature, to get what they wanted. But it didn't matter, he was true to himself. A strong man, a good man......he was my father, my grand father. I love you....."

Thank you for coming to my site, reading, viewing, and basically taking a moment of your time to share a piece of my life. The above picture is of me and someone that will remain.....more important to me than anyone ever will be. I lovingly dedicate this site to Walter C. Treadwell Senior (Chief Wild Pigeon).

my grandpa.

Thanks for coming.

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