Thursday, December 17, 2020
Ardell lived with us every summer for many years. I remember getting my finger caught on a barb wire fence, crying, and Ardell walked over and ripped my hand from the wire. I still have the scar. I’ll always remember sitting around the kitchen table writing letters to Cousin Ardell after he was drafted in the Vietnam War. We were so happy that he was not sent overseas. Ardell was always part of the Odegaard family. You will be missed.