| A note to my loving husband,
I remember our first date, July 3, 1974; you took me home from the Jefferson Street Dance. And I knew you were the one I would marry. I remember sitting on my parent’s front step, waiting for you to ride home from work on your motorcycle, so I could wave at you. If I was lucky, you'd stop and say hi. We would have a short phone conversation once a week to talk about having a date on the weekend. I remember waiting each year for my diamond engagement ring. Then on Christmas Eve 1976, it finally happened; in front of my parents and yours. I couldn't get the box open; I was so nervous, I had it upside down. I made you get on one knee and put the ring on my finger. After much planning the big day finally came. June 24, 1978, the day of our beautiful wedding. I remember our first dance with the entire Turner Hall filled with 800 of our friends and family. I will never forget you carrying me over the threshold of our new mobile home. Luckily you didn't get a hernia, although you only had me up for about a second and a half. There are so many happy memories, it would take a book. Especially these last five years with "Uncle" Ozzie and Shirley. I remember having to almost kick you in the butt to get you to do the part that would become known as "Cousin Elmer". Which started your short onstage career. You will be forever a legend to many people. You blew everyone away with your drunk routine. You were the best spoon player Ozzie ever had. Oh, oh, oh, and don't forget the Kazoo. It will be hard to find another Kazoo player. You, the guy who hardly ever said anything, even became a singer on stage. Can you imagine that? You will always be my shining star and legend. I remember you being so proud to drive Ozzie's bus. Changing bus drivers always gave me a thrill. I don't want us to sound like saints, because we did have our good spats. I'll always remember you calling on your way home from work, saying "Just me, I'm leaving now, see you when I get home, love ya." No matter if you were talking to me or the answering machine. I can't thank you enough for all of your: Love, patience, understanding, and help. You were the air that I breathed my soul mate, my extra legs, my motor, my protector, the smile in my heart, and my "Cousin Elmer". You were my everything; I will love you, always and forever. And if you think I'm saying goodbye young man, you're crazy. It's only until we meet again, in Heaven. And as I would say to you every morning when you left for work; "Love ya, drive safely." |
| A note to Karl, from his wife, Janet |
| Memories and note of sympothy from Uncle Ozzie, and Karl fans |
| From: YahooSandy
To: Uncle Ozzie Sent: Tuesday, October 25, 2005 9:28 AM Subject: Re: Very bad news... Our sympathy on the loss of such a great friend to all the Uncle Ozzie families and friends. Thank you again for letting us know. Polka Sandy |
| From: Sweat, Leona M.
To: 'Uncle Ozzie' Sent: Tuesday, October 25, 2005 9:24 AM Subject: RE: Very Bad news... I just can't believe what I'm reading. This is so sad. I would like to come down so much, but probably won't be able to, I'm still relieving on a new job & can't take off & probably wouldn't be able to get down soon enough for the visitation. Poor Janet, that's really going to be hard on her. Such a nice man! We'll all miss him. I'd like to send some flowers, but maybe it would be better to send Janet some money, she'll be more needing of that. Do you have her address? Glad I looked at my e-mails today. Please extend my sympathy to Janet. If I could help her in any way I would. Love, Leona |
| From: Ozzie & Shirley
Subject: Karl Memory " Poor Karl " Well, we have said many times... "Poor Karl" this was used in the since of Karl do this Karl do that. Karl has worked very hard to please many people. He was a man of very few words, even when it really bothered him. In the past few years we have watched Karl blossom into a great performer. He loved doing the entertaining and dancing with the many ladies that has entitled him the name Fred Astaire. He was a great help with the setting up, tearing down music equipment and driving the bus for Ozzie. We will miss him GREATLY for many reasons. Karl has become a Very Dear Friend to both Ozzie and myself (Shirley). Now we really mean Poor Karl when we say it. Never did we expect anything like this to happen so soon. Karl will be missed by many people, but most of all by his Loving Wife Janet. She is a Very Dear Friend too, to whom we now will be saying " Poor Janet ". We LOVE you both. Shirley & Ozzie |