Wednesday, September 24, 2014
My favorite memory of Elmer Svendsen was a cold day in January 2009. The cities had a lot of snow overnight, so Heather called me up early and said "let's head to my Grandpa's to shovel their driveway because I don't want Grandpa out their doing it." It made perfect sense, since she had told me stories of how determined he was to do things for himself no matter what. Stubborn like most Svendsen's I know :). Heather loves all her family very much, but her Grandparents hold a special place in her heart. On the way there I remembered how large his driveway was and I thought it was a strange he did not have a snow blower because he had lived in Minnesota his entire life. So I asked Heather for the second time "are you sure your Grandparents don't have a snow blower?" Of course Heather replied, "Uh...ummm...uh, I think it is broken." An hour later, sweaty and panting, we had made a lot of progress. She had wanted to surprise them, but shoveling snow is not a quiet job, and her Grandma had waved to us from the window a few times. Three-quarters of the way done, her Grandpa comes outside to say hi and thanks us. Then he says, with an easy smile and a slight smirk, "why didn't you guys just use the snow blower?" I just looked at Heather.
My condolences to Marion and the entire family.