The Circle of Life 

The world welcomed my second grandchild, Avery Quinn Wilson a few days ago.

Hannah, Avery’s mother was born in 1991, the same year my Grandfather died.

Now, in 2017 Avery Quinn came into the world the same year my father died.

This past May, we celebrated my father’s wonderful life as he laid dying of Alzheimser’s.

Now, we celebrate the beginning of Avery Quinn’s life and all the hopes and dreams of what it will bring.

The circle of life. 



An Eulogy for Dad


Dad was part of the what Tom Brokaw called “the greatest generation.” He was born and raised during the Great Depression, lived through world War II, and after the War was part of the generation that built this nation into the greatest of the world.

Dad knew the meaning of sacrifice, both in terms of material possessions and of real blood, sweat, and tears. He was a humble man, I never heard him brag about what he did or been through. He was loyal, patriotic, level-headed, religious, humorous, and most of all loving.

These values which Dad embodied, are now passed to all of us.

I offer a poem which he taught his sons:  

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is strange with its twists and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a failure comes about

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out—

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell just how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Dad’s Legacy continues in all of his family.


Craig R. Young, son

Friday, May 12, 2017


(Edward Joseph Young, Jr. of High Hill, Missouri passed from this life on Monday, May 8, 2017 at the age of 90 years. He was surrounded by his wife, two sons (and their wives), and four grandchildren at the time of his departure.) 


A Phone Call with Dad

I talked to my Dad on the phone the other evening while sitting out back on the deck. It was a joy to hold conversation with him, listening about his pet dog, and how she scares away the things that go bump in the night. It seems, according to Dad, when the Dog barks late at night, Dad wakes and turns on the lights. This scares whatever makes the dog bark, and thus quiets the dog. I heard about the deer along the fence line out west of the house, and how they take their time walking and finally disappearing into the woods. He mentioned seeing a Black bear one day out in the field. It lumbered along until it disappeared into the treeline on the north side of the field. Great stories, even if they might just be in Dad’s mind.

He’s 87, and has Alzheimer’s.

I’m not sure if any of these stories really happen or not, but it doesn’t really matter, for I just enjoy having a conversation with my Dad.

This evening he was full of conversation. About deer, volleyball, a bear, reading, watching what he says in front of his wife (my Mother, who rules the household). Some of it was repeated, but it didn’t matter to me. I enjoyed listening to my Dad.

I consider myself very lucky. Dad has always been there when we needed him, he was stern when he needed to teach us hard lessons, he was funny when we needed a good laugh, he played Baseball with us when we needed a diversion, he talked business with me when I was struggling with my career. He has been there, even when he wasn’t in the room with me. I have always known that some of him is in me.

It’s good when I can catch him on the phone and have a conversation with him. It really doesn’t matter what we talk about, it’s just nice being able to talk to my Dad.