William Lawry
My first real connection with my uncle Jack was when my dad (Bill ) and Jack and I built my first house. I was amazed how well they worked together without even talking. Dad was framing the roof, Jack was the cut man on the ground and all Jack had to do was look up where Dad was and cut the rafter, hand it up to Dad and it fit perfect. He was good.   After the three of us built that house there was common bond and respect beyond the family level that lasted our entire life. On Saturday’s the  three of us would sometimes meet up at Dads house, sit on the tailgate of my truck BS for hours. Those were the days. Jack always kept in touch with me. He would call me out of the blue and we talk construction and later on pension benefits and Social Security. After my Dad died Jack had a picture of him on the  frig  He said he talked to him everyday.  Jack loved his brother I loved him. Rest In Peace Jack you certainly earned it. Billy