James Martin
I remember well that extremely hot day in September when my sister, Jeanette, married a wonderful man named Ken. Their married life began with few worldly goods, but they had the most precious possession of all; deep abiding love.
I helped a little in digging the basement of their first home in Waupaca. They lived in that basement for a number of years until Ken built the rest of the home. Ken and Jan did everything well, especially bringing up their three boys to be outstanding men.
A good life, long lived was a blessing they both appreciated. I miss Ken and Jan very much. Jim Martin
