Fred Forseth
We were growing up on High St. Waupaca. The Haases were like so many at that time—open door policy. We could go in the garage freezers and get Donnas homemade popsicles. Crawl around Marlie's old ford truck in the garage. My dad would say of Marley " there is not a nicer man in our town. Thanks, Haases, for making my time on High St. Full. of memories. Good People, Good men.


