In Honor of a Great Man

Last weekend, my uncle (okay, for those of you into technicalities, my great-uncle) Jerry passed away. The very well written obituary is available online here.

Though the Jerry in that picture is the one I remember best, I love some of these old pictures I've found in grandma's collection. Jerry's kids and nieces and nephews have fabulous stories and memories of him and the early days of the farm.

Here are all the Majdic kids. From left to right in the back there's Joe "Buddy", Jennie, Julius "Joe", Jerry, Johnny and Jack and Grandpa and Grandma in the front. As the priest put it at Jerry's funeral, Jerry was the last of a great generation. As a Majdic this is especially true, but he is also one of the last of the generation of WWII vets and Hudson ranchers.
Here are Jerry and Johnny branding. They ran the Majdic farm for many years.
Here's a great one of uncle Jerry.
Here's my grandpa Vince, grandma Jennie and Jerry taken most likely in Chicago.
Anyway, I always think that one of the greatest testaments to how well someone lived their life is the generation they left behind. Much like Jennie, Jerry left behind children for whom he felt an overwhelming amount of pride, and rightfully so.