I remember Kevin in class sitting next to the windows, every time the wind blew in he would turn his head into the wind so his hair would not get messed up.......R.I.P. Kevin
Many great memories with Kevin, from before kindergarten out at the farm, to the crazy elementary days through graduation, snowmobiling and boating - hunting and trapping…many good times, gone way to early R.I.P. Kevin
Many memories of Kevin. Kevin, Duane and I worked the fields of Green Giant. We where somewhere near Lichfield waiting for the fields to dry after some rainfall. After "borrowing" some gase from the crew truck we proceeded to tear up the field. The pea combine would often leave a large pile wet vines when stopped. As you recall Kevin could often be talked into anything. With a little liquid encouragement we convinced him to take a run at the 4' piles with his beat up `69 Chevy. After nailing dozens of piles and with tear filled eyes from laughter we noticed a farmer's truck fast approaching. We almost had him convinced to out run him but for once Kevin was the person of reason. The farmer approached us but to our supprise had appreciation for knocking down the piles. It seems so insignificant yet most memories are made form moments like these. We had dozens of classmates (Tammy, Tempe, Jan, Duane, Boyd, Marc, etc) that cracked me up - Kevin topped the list. RIP Kevey
P.S. He wasn't the only one that parted his hair with a hockey stick. Thanks Leanne for including our lovely sr. pics.
Rodney Fischer
I remember Kevin in class sitting next to the windows, every time the wind blew in he would turn his head into the wind so his hair would not get messed up.......R.I.P. Kevin
Michael Bushard
Many great memories with Kevin, from before kindergarten out at the farm, to the crazy elementary days through graduation, snowmobiling and boating - hunting and trapping…many good times, gone way to early R.I.P. Kevin
Bill Glaeser
Many memories of Kevin. Kevin, Duane and I worked the fields of Green Giant. We where somewhere near Lichfield waiting for the fields to dry after some rainfall. After "borrowing" some gase from the crew truck we proceeded to tear up the field. The pea combine would often leave a large pile wet vines when stopped. As you recall Kevin could often be talked into anything. With a little liquid encouragement we convinced him to take a run at the 4' piles with his beat up `69 Chevy. After nailing dozens of piles and with tear filled eyes from laughter we noticed a farmer's truck fast approaching. We almost had him convinced to out run him but for once Kevin was the person of reason. The farmer approached us but to our supprise had appreciation for knocking down the piles. It seems so insignificant yet most memories are made form moments like these. We had dozens of classmates (Tammy, Tempe, Jan, Duane, Boyd, Marc, etc) that cracked me up - Kevin topped the list. RIP Kevey
P.S. He wasn't the only one that parted his hair with a hockey stick. Thanks Leanne for including our lovely sr. pics.