My Grandpa Foster
I just found out, a few minutes ago, that my Grandpa Foster passed away during the night. He was 95 years old and he was ready to go. Even so, his being gone makes me a little sad. I guess I’m lucky that I remember so many fun – and funny – times with him.
My Grandpa Foster (Hugh, to the rest of you), was born in 1913 and had a tough upbringing. He served in the U.S. Army during the Korean Conflict, then came back home to Parsons and worked....
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Melissa Smith
The Chanute Tribune
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