In 1955, all of the siblings, their spouses and children shared a cottage at Pretty Lake in Wisconsin. Pete and Mary always brought lots of books to read. I was impressed and because of them, began reading incessantly. They both had a great sense of humor and made our sharing times interesting and fun.

From Faith Heise

Setting: Social Science department.

Great verbal battles between Pete and Ed Reinfrank over secondary cancer from Pete's and Marvin's cigar smoke, especially in the winter. The good esprit-de-corps in the department and the man behind the scene, the inside man, Pete, in the tactics of union strikes and the battlegrounds, especially picketing in January.

Setting: The fishing scene.

Came April, spring break, Pete's nostrils begin to flare, the smell of rivers and Wisconsin lakes is carried on the winds, and the expedition begins to shape up. Maps, fish reports, and weather forecasts. Fran is chosen as station wagon carrier and safest driver. Rube tunes up his gift-horse outboard motors, Pete carefully packs a humidor of cigars, and Marvin brings with him an unbridled appetite for forbidden fried chicken and pies and those King Edward 15 cent cigars, an excuse for chewing tobacco. I pack two decks of cards and a dozen rolls of Tums, knowing the price I must pay for the two hard salamis, mustard, and rye bread. Paul Welty slyly packs his bottles of B&J scotch. We kiss our wives at 5 AM and gather our slightly aging bodies into Fran's Ford.

The week is one of true comradeship and caring for each other's safety and well-being. A sample scene at the fishing site. Of two motors, Pete takes the fastest one. I follow more slowly with less horse power. We know his boat by the smoke cloud of cigar smoke above it. Big Pete is numero uno fish killer and has already caught dinner for tonight. After dinner means a poker game. Lacking poker chips, we use unshelled peanuts at a nickel a nut. Being a convicted consumer of nuts and a schlemiel poker player I write my IOUs on toilet paper, nearly emptying the roll. The howls followed later.

Of our five Indians, the great bounty hunter has taken from us Paul, Marvin and Fran. We cherish their memories and love even more those with us.

P.S. I frequently sport a cane and at times to use it to beat off poodles who think my leg is a water hydrant.

Freda and I send our love to you Mary and Pete and your families.

From Rube and Freda Segel