Dear Family,
I think it was 1988 when I met Pete for the first time. He was with Ruth over for a visit in The Netherlands. Uncle Aart asked us to take them out for a nice dinner in Oosterhout. Uncle Aart himself was unable to join us because it was spraying season and he was covered with a layer of yellow poison.
Later on we met Pete by every visit at Murray and Reba’s place and talked with him about the real important things in life like; bushels, crop prices and John Deere.
Pete was interested in your story and always asked after his relatives in Holland. After all those years he still spoke some Dutch.
He will be missed!
Our sympathies go out to Murray & Reba and the family.
Piet & family
