Saturday, February 7, 2015
Uncle Coop was always very special to me and my sibling, and we never doubted that he cared about us. I remember his long walks through the woods and over the hills and how much he enjoyed those walks. One time he picked blackberries and asked me to make jam. I told him I would be glad to - but then he went and picked more berries. Thought I would never finish that jam. I like to say I was a favorite of his. His mind and memory were sharp and I don't think he ever forgot anything. He remembered names of commanding officers and buddies he had in WW II. I loved him
