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BC: Grandpa's resting place in Washington with the pine trees he loved so much.

FC: Joe L. Kropp, Jr's Family | IN LOVING MEMORY OF JOE L. KROPP, JR JUNE 26, 1940 - JUNE 30, 2006

1: Joe Kropp Sr's, Family

2: Leonard wasn't very big you know And he always wore a scowl; Only took a little poundin' He had an older brother George, Big, mean, and ugly too; Had an awful nasty streak That run him thru' and thru'. George would bend and twist his arms, Until he made him cry. He'd smother him in blankets, "O' why, O' Lord, O' why?" "Because, baby face, that's my job, Wouldn't have it any other way!" "Just leave me alone you big hairy lug; I'll get even with you some day." Out in the fields, of their little farm, His Daddy would call his name. "You get on the tractor son, We're gonna play a little game." Then brother dear and Daddy too, From dawn 'till setting sun, Throw rocks at him 'till he was known, As the "Knotty Headed" one. But then they made a big mistake; When his birthday did arrive. In a beat up truck, they brought a horse, He saw 'em pull in the drive. Tango was big and shiny black, And he knew she would be fast; His plan was coming together, He'd get even with them at last. He'd always been a quiet boy, Not wanting to raise one's ire. But deep down inside his scrawny frame, A hero did aspire. No wimpy, whiny baby faced boy, But a hero not to be outdid. For beneath his wimpy exterior, There lived the "Wyomin' Kid". | The Wyomin' Kid | Yes, he was just an average boy, A runny nosed farmer's brat. But when he strapped on his six-shooters, There was somethin' else under his hat. "Got ridin' to do Mom, be back at sunset. Away on his steed he would ride. Leadin' the way, the wonder dog Freckles; She was always by his side. North to the hills, they all knew so well, All the while formulating a plan. Who would they bring to justice today, Black Bart or Deadwood Dan. And which of his heroes would be by his side, As the outlaws they would pursue, "The way I'm thinkin', for the job today, It's my ol' pal Lash LaRue." As they crossed the trail of the iron horse, The transformation would begin. Six-guns were loaded with a new roll of caps. Sheriff's badge went on with a grin. Plastic bullets were placed into his gun belt, A finer lawman you never saw. But the greatest change of all in him, Was the steel like set to his jaw. This was no longer a boy from the farm, But a hero tried and true. With his faithful dog and his mighty steed, Break the law, and they'd be after you. Outlaws that run, and those that hide, Don't stand a tinkers chance, 'Cause this boy rides six feet tall, From his Stetson to the seat of his pants. | From Canfield Gulch to Ragged Ridge Black Bart he was a runnin'. But the faithful Freckles had his scent, Our hero was a comin'. And look up there, on the crest of the hill Why that there's Lash LaRue. And comin' down the draw, that's Red, And Little Beaver too. And so Black Bart would meet his fate, And off to jail he'd go. Lash 'n Red, 'n Little Beaver, Would fade into the evening glow, A plastic bullet would find it's way, Into a grateful hand. "HI-YO TANGO!! AWAYYyyyyyyy!!" Would echo across the land. Tango 'n Freckles, 'n the "Wyomin' Kid". Their work was done for the day. But crossin' the trail of the ol' iron horse, Was a boy comin' home from play. "You're late son, best get to your chores, 'n big brother wants to pick on you." Okay, Dad, I''ll get right to it. "Kid" -- If they only knew! | Excerpt from one of Dad's many, many writings that he did over the years.

5: This handsome guy started J.L. Kropp Trucking, Inc. in 1963 and it is still open for operation in 2011.

6: Joe L. Kropp, Sr's Memorial February 1992

7: Alberta Kropp's Memorial January, 1994


10: Dad, you are forever in our hearts!!

14: Grandpa Joe...A humerous guy... Never too stern. He didn't smile much... But was willing to learn. He loved the trees...I didn't know why. Until I got here...I realized that their spirits never die. They bring comfort and joy...Much like He did. He looked older than most...but was still just a kid. His heart was pure and spirit was true... When He set his mind to it...there was nothing He couldn't do. He endured hard times...Yet never looked down. Never took the credit...Didn't want to be found. He looked willingly to the skies...Kept His head held high. There's still fight in this old timer...His spirit will never die. He lives in us all...that's why we're here today. To pledge our respect and our love...in every which way. You won't be forgotten Grandpa...I promise You this. For the memories we've all shared with You...You'll truly be missed. Your one of a kind Grandpa...You did what nobody else could do... We all miss You Grandpa...and we all Love You. With Endless Love, Kody Joe Kropp (Grandson)

15: Read by Kody Kropp at Grandpa's Memorial on July 12, 2006

16: Cousins

17: Grandpa's Memorial

18: The Kropp House N. 5222 Harvard Road Otis Orchards, WA | BEFORE | AFTER



25: Don't Think of Him As Gone Away Don't think of Him as gone away-- His journey's just begun; life holds so many facets-- this earth is only one. Just think of Him as resting from the sorrows and tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how He must be wishing that we could know, today, how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. . And think of Him living in the hearts of those he touched... for nothing loved is ever lost-- and he was loved so much.

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