Lambert L. Lasecki

Oh... So sad to hear. I feel it. One of the memories my dad always commented on was when they were in the ag college together, the professor would always marvel at how fast and well they could butcher an animal. He said they should've been able to pass without attending. They didn't have that at the time. Not to mention all the stories of them driving to school before their licenses. One of them hit a pig and the other took the fall. I don't remember which way it happened at this point. Love, Lisa

So many loving memories of my dear, dear father. I remember being a little girl and going cherry-picking, butternut-hunting, and collecting colorful leaves on walks in the woods, and going fishing. I remember being woken on Christmas eve by Santa, which was hard to pull off because Dad was so thin, he used a pillow but it slipped. One Christmas Dad made me a beautiful doll house, I still had it when my kids were little. He loved that potbelly stove we had, always a warm spot in the winter. I remember Dad playing euchre and sheepshead. Dad worked a lot when I was in school. But through every misstep in my life he was always there, he never gave up and never stopped giving. Once when I was a senior in college, I needed help with math homework; mom was too ill, but to my surprise, Dad was able to without any preparation, help me with my advanced level math homework. I remember when he designed and helped build our home on Foxridge Court, including a little architectural model I wanted to play with. He rode his moped to work! I remember visiting him at Erdman's. Dad swore in Polish, mom wouldn't let him swear. Dad gave Justin his first haircut. Dad was waiting at the airport when we came home with Lucy. He used to take Danielle to the park and swing, he was the best at underducks on the swings because he was so tall. Over the past several years we grew very, very close, we often reminisced and talked about recipes! He was so important to me, his loving memory is with me always. I love you, Dad.

I don't have many e-photos of Dad; but in my year out here I told him of every adventure. Especially hiking the mountains, the world feels like a special place and a beautiful place to remember my father.

I am so sorry that Lon has left our world. I worked with Lon for many years at Marshall Erdman and Associates. He was always so helpful and kind. He would tell me that he made the best potato pancakes. May the wonderful memories on Lon be with you all forever. Sheila Pokriefke

I miss you so much. I hope I’m making you proud. I miss calling you and hearing you ask, “is this Nicole?”. Till we meet again. Love you.