Wendell Howard-

 

A lifetime of treasured memories Wendell did have to share.

Growing up a Howard in Frenchman Butte- nothing compares-

For generations the lessons worth gold were free for the take

Everyone knew that his or her beautiful life cycle must not break.

 

Wendell is my first boy said his dad Fred- he will drive any truck!

He will drive right through mean, hazardous conditions and muck.

Father and son could conquer all; they both drove with the best

Wendell worked long hard hours there was little time for rest

 

Cliff enjoyed his first grandsons desire to explore the great outdoors

He is a chip off the old block said Cliff as his proud heart soared

Let’s not forget the garden patch that Wendell and Cliff shared

Wendell honed to perfection his skill with potatoes-he cared

 

A lifetime of mechanical flare; Bert’s first gr-grandsons gift to be

Says Bert, Wendell is a mechanical genius just like me.”

Wendell watched Bert as he created machine parts with ease

Little did they know this was a mutual calling if you please.

 

So it was with Wendell- the foundation for life was laid

He chose Gertie, his friend, his soul mate, his treasure made

His quest for happiness and love multiplied and were his alone

His loving family empowered him as his big trucks did groan

 

A blessed life Wendell enjoyed with all the nurturing he had

He learned his lessons well and thanked all his teachers so rad

Wendell was in tune with his world as the beauty did unfold-

With his passion for living he deserved the great trophy to hold.

 

Thanks For The Memories Wendell.

Written By Carol Vulliamy- Métis Elder