Life Lessons - from Dad and Uncle Bern

By: Dave Hoffman AKA Opa AKA Big Poppa Huff I don’t know why but I could always catch fish. In central Pennsylvania the first day of spring trout fishing was more anticipated than Christmas. When the big day arrived I could stand shoulder to shoulder with ten other fishermen and catch fish after fish while they caught nothing. My grandpap would would watch me and say “please catch one more and quit before they throw you in the stream!“ Time went by. I had two boys of my own. The new tradition was to take them and all of their friends trout fishing on that first day. We all had a blast, but I seemed to catch the biggest and most fish than anyone. My youngest son Zach seemed to be prey to my fishing prowess more than anyone else, as I would tell him to watch me catch a trout from under this stump or under this rock and some how always come through. Time goes by. My oldest son Matt came home with his oldest boy Caiden.  Zach was also home. I thought it was a great time for the fo...

By: Matt AKA Dad The warning sign for the events about to unfold should have been just how normal & pleasant the day started out. I was still pretty young, about 6-7 years old, but old enough to play in the front yard by myself. We lived out in the country with forest behind the house and cornfields in front, so there was never a concern about “stranger danger”. It was just my mom and I at home that day and we had recently finished a nice breakfast together. The temperature was already in the 70s, so I was anxious to go kick the soccer ball around. Mom was staying inside to enjoy her favorite pastime, cleaning the house.  (Side note - mine is the only mother I know that would regularly take every dish out of the cupboards to dust. If dusting were an Olympic sport, there would be a gold medal on display in our house!)  I wasn’t outside long before our neighbor’s large brown Labrador, named Bo (I suspect after Bo Derrick), came trotting over for a visit, which wasn’t unusu...

By: Opa AKA Big Poppa Huff AKA Dave Hoffman Know your limits. I am not a handyman. I take great care of sick patients. I can really cook. I can run and lift heavy weights. I am not a handyman. Many years ago my wife  decided she wanted to cover up the orange painted walls in our kitchen with a light colored wall paper. She announced that she going to hire a handyman to do the job. I felt an insult to my manliness. I said wait, I can do the wallpapering, after all how difficult could it be? Pick out the wallpaper and and I will take care of it on my next day off of work. At the time I was working in the local emergency room but I was mentally preparing to put up wallpaper. This was long before You-tube instructional videos, but I thought it would be easy, wet the wallpaper, slap it on the wall, then trim the top and bottom. How would I do the trimming? I had the Eureka moment, I would borrow a metal scalpel handle with removable metal blades, perfect! The big day arrived. I was...

By: Uncle Dave Marshall Paul  Fegley .  Unless you grew up in the small village of Lavelle in the mid-20 th  century, you probably  don’t  recognize this name.  So who exactly is Marsh?  Well, in my life, Marshall wore many hats.   First and foremost , he was my grandfather.  He was also my father figure, coach, mentor, biggest fan and harshest critic.   He taught me how to drive.  He showed me proper grass mowing techniques (never cut low, in the same pattern or in a circular pattern with the trimmings blowing inward) .  He is the reason I shovel my sidewal k and then a pproximately 12 inches on both  side s .  He is the reason I  don’t open my fridge unless I know what I am looking for and  why I arrive early to any commitment I have .  Most importantly, he is the reason I never sit down when I shake another person’s hand. Marshall and Eva, my grandparents, took me into their home when lif...

By: Uncle Dave A wise man once told me that if I am going to give a speech, regardless of the context, I need to tell a story. When I leaned that my grandmother’s health was  declining, I began to reflect on all of my memories of her .  These memories spanned from when I was a child to my young adult life.   My goal was to pick the perfect nana story.  Who was she as a person and what did she mean to our family.    After days of  reflection,  I  came to the conclusion  that I do not have a story to share with you here today. You see, my relationship with my grandmother was unique for a variety of reasons.  From my earliest memories, nana was my safety blanket that shielded me from  life’s  unfavorable  actions.  Growing up, there were many times  that I felt extremely uncertain about myself and the situations that were evolving around me.  Nana  was there, every  single time , ...

By: Matt AKA Dad Eva Marie Fegley, better known in our family as “Nana”, was MY grandmother. She took on many other roles in her life and was depended upon by many people over the years. She was a daughter, a sister, wife to one man, mother of 2 beautiful girls, grandmother of 4 boys, and great grandmother of 5 more boys. Nana also held several part-time and full-time jobs through her life, was an active member in her church, served on a local council, and was willing to help a community member at the drop of a hat. Nana was never an overly affectionate woman. She was not adverse to a hug, but she wasn’t the type to cover you with kisses and it was rare to hear the words “I love you”. However, most of my favorite memories include Nana. Anytime we went to visit Nana and Pop, I would purposefully hurry ahead so that I would be the first to enter the kitchen, where I knew she’d be waiting. You see, I wanted to receive MY special greeting. “Hello Matt! How are you?!”, with the bigg...

By: Dad AKA Matt Magazines like to tell us what REAL MEN do, so I thought it would be fun to put together a list of Myths, Maybes, and Must-haves for Men. These are obviously just one person’s opinion and completely up for debate! If you have any additions or contradictions, please share (keep it PG, please). Myths about Manhood: Know how to change the oil in a car Shoot a (insert animal here) Grow a beard  Own a dog  Get in a fight Drink beer Drive a truck Men believe the WWE is real Listen to country music Maybes for Men: Own a pet  Cut the grass Operate a motor vehicle Know how to whistle  Never order a steak well done Now that we’ve gotten those out of the way, these are must-haves in your manly toolbelt: Shake someone’s hand firmly while making eye contact Know how to cook at least one good meal, without a recipe Be able to defend your home and loved ones, with or without a weapon Know your worth and don't settle for less ...