Yesterday at about 5:00 PM, one of my best friends, my neighbor across the road, Svend Pedersen died. He would have been 93 in about 3 weeks, but he just couldnt hold on any longer. He refused anything which would have kept him alive artificially. Svend was an immigrant from Denmark. He had been active in the Danish underground against the Germans, and after the Germans were driven out, he joined the Danish army. I could write a book about his exploits and his adventures. He became a building superintendent for Bechtel, and built refineries and other things throughout the world. I met Svend just after we bought this home, and when we started some significant remodeling before we moved up here, Svend became my building superintendent. It would take pages to recount all the things he did for me and the things we did together. Svend will be missed, and remembered. He was a different guy; even his house is different. It is a round house; I dont mean an octagonal house, I mean a round house. He designed it and built it.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 18:23:00 +0000
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