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<blockquote data-quote="Sonic605hp" data-source="post: 15858157" data-attributes="member: 28793"><p>Thanks again for all the well wishes everyone. Below is my speech for tomorrow.....any criticism or suggestions are welcome (the slashes are soft stops for those that haven't taken a speech writing class) I just want to make him proud.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>For those of you here that don’t know me I’m Little Ernie. <strong>/</strong> I have the privilege of being Tammie’s son <strong>/</strong> and Bob’s first Grandson. It’s an honor for me to be up here <strong>/</strong> and have the opportunity to talk for a few minutes about a man that I’ve looked up to my entire 37 years on this earth.</p><p></p><p></p><p>I’ve learned that a lot in life has to do with luck <strong>/</strong> and I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have had a man like Bob as my Grandfather. <strong>/</strong> I have a lifetime of memories in my head <strong>/</strong>/ stories to share with my children, family, and friends <strong>/</strong>because of the relationship he built with me.</p><p></p><p><strong>WE ALL KNOW BOB WAS A HUGE RACE FAN AND-</strong></p><p></p><p>From the time I was 5 he was sneaking me into dirt track races for the cheapest price possible <strong>/</strong>…..I believe I was playing a 5 year old boy at the Fonda, Malta, and Lebanon Valley ticket booths / until I was 10 or eleven years old. <strong>/</strong> He had to save on the gate because I would kill his budget on the food once we were inside. <strong>/ </strong>This is also the time I got my membership card as Genesee Beer smuggler with a well placed blanket under my arm,<strong> /</strong> because what security guard is checking children’s blankets for Gennesee??<strong> /</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Then there was all the time at deer run <strong>/</strong> where I got to explore the local woods, swim, suffer through bingo night, stuff copious amounts of s’mores and slim jims into my belly, <strong>/</strong>and learn to play bocce ball, horse shoes, and croquet. <strong>/</strong> The biggest lesson I learned <strong>/ </strong>there was no louder voice on that ridge than my Grammy when I didn’t come back to check in on time…..SO BE ON TIME.<strong> /</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>ANOTHER ONE OF HIS PASTIMES WAS ‘WRASTLIN’ “ so-</strong></p><p></p><p>All this time I was being groomed to be a big fan through the golden age of the WWF <strong>/</strong>as Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair and many others became household names…<strong>/</strong>…You all know who Ric Flair is right? <strong>/</strong> Does anyone here know Ric Flair’s signature call? <strong>/ </strong>Bear with me because this will make sense in a few seconds…</p><p></p><p></p><p>I’ve been a hunter since I was 15 and began hunting with my Uncle Dwane when I was 20 I believe <strong>/</strong>….and we’ve always hunted along tamarac road. <strong>/</strong>Well, <strong>/</strong> about 15 or so years ago Grampy decided it was high time to weave some additional Ric Flair into our hunting lives <strong>/</strong>…..so EVERY day my Uncles and I were being oh so quiet in the wilderness <strong>/</strong> hoping to see the big buck <strong>/</strong> Grampy would head to Stewart’s a little after sunrise for his morning coffee <strong>/</strong> as soon as he turned off Camel hill road I could hear him coming…<strong>/</strong>...he would have his window down, <strong>/</strong> driving slowly…soon as he turned that corner he was yelling like Ric Flair at the top of his lungs<strong>/</strong> (woo, woo, woo, woo) all the way from Camel Hill road until he passed the bus garage. <strong>/</strong></p><p></p><p>This was usually followed by a sigh <strong>/</strong> and me saying to myself <strong>/</strong> “I might as well get out of the friggin’ tree’ “/ or the occasional ‘friggin Deead’ <strong>/</strong> coming across the walkie talkie from Uncle Dwane. <strong>/</strong> But it was the funniest damned thing that happened almost every day of the hunting season and I’ll remember that for the rest of my life / there’s never a time I’m in a tree stand and it doesn’t cross my mind.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Not only was he funny, <strong>/</strong> but he was the most patient man I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. <strong>/</strong> I only managed to make him angry once in 37 years…<strong>/</strong>…you can catch that story later on outside of church property if you so desire. <strong>/</strong> The following one is better I think anyway…<strong>/</strong>..I told you how he got me into racing <strong>/</strong>and boy was I a fan / and still am today. <strong>/</strong> I remember a time when I had to be 9 or 10 years old <strong>/</strong> we were on the way to good ole exit 28 <strong>/</strong>Grampy had the cruise set on his gorgeous red and white f150 with the bench front seat.…<strong> /</strong>….well I was excited to see some racin’ so when I noticed his foot away from the gas pedal I slid mine on top of it <strong>/</strong> and began to push down slowly until the pedal was on the floor. <strong>/</strong> I held my foot there until I couldn’t logically push my luck anymore….<strong>/</strong> as we both felt the truck decelerate <strong>/</strong> he saw the needle still buried to the right of 90 mph he yelled out ‘Jeez’ I wondered why we were passing so many people! <strong>/</strong> I thought I would be crushed <strong>/</strong> yelled at <strong>/</strong> never allowed to go to the races again <strong>/</strong> but instead he looked at me and said….<strong>/</strong>….make sure you never tell your Mother <strong>/</strong> as he smiled and chuckled with a strong hint of gearhead pride.</p><p></p><p></p><p>These stories are just a peek at what’s in my head from all the years I was lucky enough to have this man in my life. <strong>/</strong> He’s been the glue holding this family together for a long time <strong>/</strong> and I hope we honor his memory by staying close for this and future generations. <strong>/</strong> I’m lucky enough to keep these memories until my journey ends, <strong>/</strong> reminisce about the memories my children had with their Poppy Lockrow. <strong>/</strong> I’m lucky enough to be able to strive to be half the man Robert Freeman Lockrow was <strong>/</strong> for my children, <strong>/</strong>my family, <strong>/</strong> and my friends. <strong>/ </strong>I hope everyone in this room realizes how lucky they were to have someone like this as a part of their life <strong>/</strong> because they’re few and far between. <strong>/</strong> Thank you for listening <strong>/</strong>and thank you for being with us in this time of sorrow,<strong> /</strong> celebration, <strong>/</strong>reflection, <strong>/</strong>and remembrance. I love you Grampy, you’ll live on with me forevermore.<strong> /</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sonic605hp, post: 15858157, member: 28793"] Thanks again for all the well wishes everyone. Below is my speech for tomorrow.....any criticism or suggestions are welcome (the slashes are soft stops for those that haven't taken a speech writing class) I just want to make him proud. For those of you here that don’t know me I’m Little Ernie. [B]/[/B] I have the privilege of being Tammie’s son [B]/[/B] and Bob’s first Grandson. It’s an honor for me to be up here [B]/[/B] and have the opportunity to talk for a few minutes about a man that I’ve looked up to my entire 37 years on this earth. I’ve learned that a lot in life has to do with luck [B]/[/B] and I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have had a man like Bob as my Grandfather. [B]/[/B] I have a lifetime of memories in my head [B]/[/B]/ stories to share with my children, family, and friends [B]/[/B]because of the relationship he built with me. [B]WE ALL KNOW BOB WAS A HUGE RACE FAN AND-[/B] From the time I was 5 he was sneaking me into dirt track races for the cheapest price possible [B]/[/B]…..I believe I was playing a 5 year old boy at the Fonda, Malta, and Lebanon Valley ticket booths / until I was 10 or eleven years old. [B]/[/B] He had to save on the gate because I would kill his budget on the food once we were inside. [B]/ [/B]This is also the time I got my membership card as Genesee Beer smuggler with a well placed blanket under my arm,[B] /[/B] because what security guard is checking children’s blankets for Gennesee??[B] /[/B] Then there was all the time at deer run [B]/[/B] where I got to explore the local woods, swim, suffer through bingo night, stuff copious amounts of s’mores and slim jims into my belly, [B]/[/B]and learn to play bocce ball, horse shoes, and croquet. [B]/[/B] The biggest lesson I learned [B]/ [/B]there was no louder voice on that ridge than my Grammy when I didn’t come back to check in on time…..SO BE ON TIME.[B] /[/B] [B]ANOTHER ONE OF HIS PASTIMES WAS ‘WRASTLIN’ “ so-[/B] All this time I was being groomed to be a big fan through the golden age of the WWF [B]/[/B]as Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair and many others became household names…[B]/[/B]…You all know who Ric Flair is right? [B]/[/B] Does anyone here know Ric Flair’s signature call? [B]/ [/B]Bear with me because this will make sense in a few seconds… I’ve been a hunter since I was 15 and began hunting with my Uncle Dwane when I was 20 I believe [B]/[/B]….and we’ve always hunted along tamarac road. [B]/[/B]Well, [B]/[/B] about 15 or so years ago Grampy decided it was high time to weave some additional Ric Flair into our hunting lives [B]/[/B]…..so EVERY day my Uncles and I were being oh so quiet in the wilderness [B]/[/B] hoping to see the big buck [B]/[/B] Grampy would head to Stewart’s a little after sunrise for his morning coffee [B]/[/B] as soon as he turned off Camel hill road I could hear him coming…[B]/[/B]...he would have his window down, [B]/[/B] driving slowly…soon as he turned that corner he was yelling like Ric Flair at the top of his lungs[B]/[/B] (woo, woo, woo, woo) all the way from Camel Hill road until he passed the bus garage. [B]/[/B] This was usually followed by a sigh [B]/[/B] and me saying to myself [B]/[/B] “I might as well get out of the friggin’ tree’ “/ or the occasional ‘friggin Deead’ [B]/[/B] coming across the walkie talkie from Uncle Dwane. [B]/[/B] But it was the funniest damned thing that happened almost every day of the hunting season and I’ll remember that for the rest of my life / there’s never a time I’m in a tree stand and it doesn’t cross my mind. Not only was he funny, [B]/[/B] but he was the most patient man I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. [B]/[/B] I only managed to make him angry once in 37 years…[B]/[/B]…you can catch that story later on outside of church property if you so desire. [B]/[/B] The following one is better I think anyway…[B]/[/B]..I told you how he got me into racing [B]/[/B]and boy was I a fan / and still am today. [B]/[/B] I remember a time when I had to be 9 or 10 years old [B]/[/B] we were on the way to good ole exit 28 [B]/[/B]Grampy had the cruise set on his gorgeous red and white f150 with the bench front seat.…[B] /[/B]….well I was excited to see some racin’ so when I noticed his foot away from the gas pedal I slid mine on top of it [B]/[/B] and began to push down slowly until the pedal was on the floor. [B]/[/B] I held my foot there until I couldn’t logically push my luck anymore….[B]/[/B] as we both felt the truck decelerate [B]/[/B] he saw the needle still buried to the right of 90 mph he yelled out ‘Jeez’ I wondered why we were passing so many people! [B]/[/B] I thought I would be crushed [B]/[/B] yelled at [B]/[/B] never allowed to go to the races again [B]/[/B] but instead he looked at me and said….[B]/[/B]….make sure you never tell your Mother [B]/[/B] as he smiled and chuckled with a strong hint of gearhead pride. These stories are just a peek at what’s in my head from all the years I was lucky enough to have this man in my life. [B]/[/B] He’s been the glue holding this family together for a long time [B]/[/B] and I hope we honor his memory by staying close for this and future generations. [B]/[/B] I’m lucky enough to keep these memories until my journey ends, [B]/[/B] reminisce about the memories my children had with their Poppy Lockrow. [B]/[/B] I’m lucky enough to be able to strive to be half the man Robert Freeman Lockrow was [B]/[/B] for my children, [B]/[/B]my family, [B]/[/B] and my friends. [B]/ [/B]I hope everyone in this room realizes how lucky they were to have someone like this as a part of their life [B]/[/B] because they’re few and far between. [B]/[/B] Thank you for listening [B]/[/B]and thank you for being with us in this time of sorrow,[B] /[/B] celebration, [B]/[/B]reflection, [B]/[/B]and remembrance. I love you Grampy, you’ll live on with me forevermore.[B] /[/B] [/QUOTE]
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