Carla Brandt
My Dad Arvid was the youngest of the 5 kids. He was adopted out. My father got to meet, Earl, Jessie and my Godmother Iola. So my Dad had never meet his brother Chuck. When I was 16 I hunted down my Uncles phone number, my father Arvid had cancer and it was a dream to meet that last brother. I got the nerve up and dialed the number. Uncle Chuck answered the phone, with tears in my eyes I asked if he would like to talk to his youngest brother. He called me his angel voice, that I will never forget. It was my Dad's birthday I thought it was a perfect gift. Before my Dad passed in 1977 he did get to meet Uncle Chuck and Aunt Dot. I will always fondly remember those times and that first call. Love Carla

