

MEMORIES OF MY FATHER
My father, Edwin Pregill, what an incredible man! My earliest and fondest, memory of father was of him hiding behind my big, black, stuffed Teddy Bear. Even though I knew he was behind it, he would make a crazy bear like sound and I would jump, then squeal with laughter as he would poke his head out from behind the bear's head! Father was a kind and gentle man. He was a gifted musician, gardener, toy maker, story teller, the list goes on. He was an avid reader and I would sit