Jeanie Freeman Ciskowski
I have not seen Kurt in many years, but I have some fun childhood memories of him. Our parents were part of a group that camped together, and the kids were allowed an unusual amount of freedom to roam the campground together in the evenings. Kurt was several years older, so he was more of a big brother to me than a pal. One evening at a campground, when I was about 11 years old, a group of kids that included Kurt were playing “spin the bottle, and I was nervous and excited to join in. When it was my turn to spin, it pointed to Kurt. I’m sure he was not thrilled to kiss the little girl he’d known for most of his life, but he was very kind, he gave me a chaste peck and did not roll his eyes and groan! I will always remember him very fondly.
