Wednesday, April 17, 2024
I met Mr. Berry when I was 11 through scouting. At that time, kids always addressed adults respectfully by surname, so even at 60, I cannot bring myself to call him George. I have too much respect for him.
Anyway, he was cubmaster of the Independence cub scout pack at that time. My brother was in cub scouts and Mr. B asked me and a few other boy scouts to help him out. Over time, my parents became friends with the Berrys. We made many trips to "the Berrypatch" at Lake Cumberland as I grew up- all seasons. Some were working weekends improving the cabin, but most were fun weekends, swimming, boating, sailing and water skiing, hiking and target shooting.
I learned a lot from Mr B. to apply in every aspect of my life. He was a second father too me. RIP my friend and mentor. I'm sure Christ met you with a hug and a "well done my good and faithful servant".
SADDLE UP!
Bernie Wesselman
