My Uncle Mack sent me this today. Harvey Isenhour is my maternal grandfather, who died when I was eight. I remember that he liked to use wooden tomato stakes as staves and walk in the woods behind his house, and he took us out there too. He kept chickens, and always gave us Fruit Stripe gum when we'd come to visit.
Harvey Elester Isenhour Sr. was buried on this date in 1971.
There was about an inch of snow on the ground.
He was born December 17, 1896.