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December 11, 1958 Floyd Allen, grandfather...we lost him. I am sorry I never really knew him only through stories told to me, and using his tools and things from the garage and around the house, and the old photo graphs and pictures. I was not quite three when he passed. 9 days later, brother Dan arrived...okay Dan, lets face it, you're Floyd's replacement...I don't know who I replaced....maybe the Clare Town Drunk... Fast forward to Dec. 23, 1994. Loree Timlin his daughter passes away. 4 1/2 months later Nathan Timlin is born, my son. Somewhat an eerie parallel in true life stories. But this sort of thing happens to everyone and their families in some way. Yet....it feels like history sort of repeating itself too.