There is all manner of teaching that happens during a lifetime. A small amount happens in a classroom and with written material. The vital learning comes from watching and observing. I am grateful for this time of life when I can reflect on my education. My grandfather, Carl Rossbach, was a Master Teacher.
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Love it! For me, he was a gentle giant, missing one finger, with a parakeet sitting on his glasses. He had a very clean garage and pin up girls way in the back of his scary basement. He was the most dependable person I ever met and man, oh man, he sure loved his little girl, Bette, whom was about as different from him as possible. When he died, my Grandma missed him terribly until the day she died. She would get this faraway look in her eye and when I was old enough to recognize it, I’d ask her “what’s wrong Gram?” and she always said, “I miss Daddy”.
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