An endless source of amusement:

He always had a joke to tell, a funny story, or did something to make me laugh. He could take the two parts of whatever it was that I was crying over and make them whole again. He could fix anything from the tiny earring post to a motor. He taught me the value of epoxy glue and needle nose pliers. He taught me to tinker with things until they worked.

He also taught me to play with worms because he didn’t ever want a boy to scare me with a worm or a toad, apparently something he’d witnessed, or maybe did, as a boy himself. He had endless patience. I don’t ever remember him raising his voice to me, but I do remember the bewildered look on his face when I burst into tears once when he was trying to help me do my math homework. 

When he would take me sledding in the valley behind our house, it seemed that we’d be out there for hours. I have no idea what he did while I climbed up and slid, screaming, down the hills, but he never seemed bored. Maybe the woods reminded him of the woods of his youth in Minnesota.

Hardship made him what he was

He believed in education. He believed in philanthropy. He was kind, he was generous. He believed in working hard.

Some of the hardships he faced growing up on a farm surely helped to shape him. His grandfather was killed by a team of runaway horses when he was plowing with a single blade saw; the reins were secured up under his arms when the horses took off and pulled him into the plow. His own father also died from a farming accident while operating a circular saw that was powered by a Model T motor; he was pulled into the flywheel.

My father often attributed his health and longevity to his rugged early life. He had just turned 93 in 2013, and was looking forward to a little golf when the weather turned warm, when he died suddenly.

Love was constant

Jay Edward Nerva was a stout Finn. He once told me that there wasn’t a word for Love in Finn, not in the way that we use the word now. You’d never say “I love hot dogs” or “I just love these new shoes.”  The word, or the concept of love, I guess, was reserved for the feelings between a couple in the Finnish language. His love for me was expressed in the way his eyes lit up every time he saw me, even though I don’t ever remember him telling me he loved me. There was no reason to say the words. I knew.

Linda K. Sienkiewicz is the author of the award-winning novel In the Context of Love, a story about one woman’s need to tell her truth without shame.

2017 New Apple Book Awards Official Selection
2016 Sarton Women’s Fiction Finalist
2016 Eric Hoffer Book Award Finalist
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“…at once a love story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey.” ~ Bonnie Jo Campbell, author of National Book Award Finalist, American Salvage, and critically acclaimed Once Upon a River,and Mothers, Tell Your Daughters