Walter Mondale was my father-in-law. And my mate. His daughter Eleanor and I were being married in 2005. We lived just south of the Twin Towns in a farmhouse that we renovated, and wherever we lifted award-profitable miniature horses. Eleanor beloved to display them and received rather a handful of ribbons and trophies. Her folks lifted their eyebrows a little bit at the number of canines, cats, birds, and horses that Eleanor gathered, but they were being thrilled that we were being close by. Ironically, for absence of a sadder word, Eleanor had moved again household to be close to her dad and mom but ended up previous equally of them in loss of life when we lost her to brain cancer in 2011.
I satisfied the male I would appear to be snug calling “Fritz” for the to start with time when Eleanor and I commenced courting. She and