Joseph M Wittl (Nephew)
in honor of Matt.
My earliest memory of him was of him jumping over our backyard clothes line with uncle steve, maybe around 1961. Aunt Rosa and Aunt Liz were watching along with my mom and dad.
I remember watching him play football (soccer) in the park by Mercy hospital and the Lakefront park.
I remember how happy he made my dad as a friend and brother.
I remember staying with uncle Matt and Mathew when mark was born when my parents were unavailable.
I remember how proud I was of uncle Matt when he became a machinist at Oshkosh truck because he was proud also and needed to keep working.
I remember how he and Aunt Rosa were with me when my Mom died.
