In Loving Memory...Uncle Paul March 24, 2006 02:10:20 AM
After handing in my DD project, things have been slowing easing up. At work the other day, while just holding down the fort, I was able to work a little on my site. I completely reworked the blog section again. Though there were no graphic alterations, the back end is totally different. So the only diff you readers may notice, is a much faster load time. Allow me to get technical, but only for a sec, i promise. Originally, every single blog entry was stored in a single text file and seperated by a ':', every time you loaded a page, the server would have to read threw the entire text file and only pick out the appropriate entries for that page. Now, every single entry is on its own text file, so when you load a page, it mearly displays the contents of that file. Also, i can now controll the number of entries per page, ill leave it at three though, that looks nice.
So I talked with the people at Voith Siemens today, looks like its confirmed, I will be working there this summer as an intern again, and with a raise w00t w00t! Too bad this awesome job is in york though, so ill be living at home, with my parents, and my misguided brother; all that dramma :-/
Later in the evening I recevied a rather trajic phone call from my mom, she informed me that there was a death in the family yesterday, and that there would be a funeral on friday in case there would be a slim chance that i could go. My great uncle Paul Sprenkle passed away peacefully in his sleep in his cottage at the retirment village. He was 92 years young and lived a hard life. He was a farmer all his life, had tons of farm land and maintained it up till his early 80s! I guess I wasn't that close to him, but I do have a lot of memories with him from my early childhood. When I was really little, and I was at grandmas like every weekend, back before she moved to the retirment village too, 'Uncle Pa', as we called him, would occasionally pull up in his big red tractor, grandma's dog brandy would start barking like crazy, he would walk in, ask me something in Pennsylvania Dutch, to which i never had a cogent response, he'd playfully make fun of me for a bit, then we'd all sit down in the dinning room and just talk about whats new. He would always sit in grandma's oldest rocking chair, i remember it like it was yesterday. It was this dark brown creaky thing, always had a differnt cousion on it depending on the time of year. wow, wierd how all these memories come back when you just take the time to elaborate on them. So many memories now! ...brandon and i used to run threw his corn fields for the hell of it, we'd hit golf balls into it too when ever we had some, uncle pa had a really long driveway and this one time an air plane landed on it cause they needed fuel! he was hard of hearing on one side so we'd always have to repeat ourselves if we where on the wrong side of him, and even though he lost his middle finger in a corn husker when he was younger, he always saw the bright side of things and always had a smile. my my, now im getting all tiery eyed, We will miss you uncle pa, and may you rest in peace.
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