I don't know a lot about my grandpa since he died when I was young. He was always away working when I was at the house "bugging" my grandma. He was the oldest of nine children and was raised in rural Howard County. His father was George W. "Judge" Renn. I always wondered why they called him "Judge" Renn until I found, in my research, that he really was a judge!
He was a carpenter, building houses and I know that he taught my father everything that he knew about building a house. I assume that grandpa built the house that they lived in all of their married lives. He worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps during the depression, but I'm not sure where he worked but I have a vague remembrance of someone saying Pennsylvania. It helped them get through the depression.
He was a life long member of St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Fulton, MD since his great-grandfather and grandfather were founding members. One of the earliest memories I have of my grandpa is him ringing the bell just before church started and he and my father helping to build the fellowship hall. He is buried in the churchyard along with all of his family.
Grandpa was discovered to have cancer in the mid 1960's. It wasn't a usual cancer, but a rare one. He was treated at NIH (National Institutes of Health) because the doctors weren't sure about how to treat it. He got the most up to date treatment there and then came the day that they said he had "beaten" the cancer. We all were so happy. Grandpa and grandma were never much for traveling, but they went out to Iowa to see his cousins that lived out there. When he came home, during a check up, they found another (different) mass in his lungs. Being close to his heart they couldn't do anything. How our treatments for cancer have come along since that day.
When he died, it came as a great shock to me. I loved my grandpa dearly and I have so many fond memories of him. He loved to work in the garden and I know I pestered him terrible, but I don't remember him getting mad at me. The only time he yelled at me was when I would try to sneek into the strawberry patch. I'd just get a handful when I would hear his voice yell from the house, "Get out of the strawberries!!", and I would scamper back home.
badrenn
He was a carpenter, building houses and I know that he taught my father everything that he knew about building a house. I assume that grandpa built the house that they lived in all of their married lives. He worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps during the depression, but I'm not sure where he worked but I have a vague remembrance of someone saying Pennsylvania. It helped them get through the depression.
He was a life long member of St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Fulton, MD since his great-grandfather and grandfather were founding members. One of the earliest memories I have of my grandpa is him ringing the bell just before church started and he and my father helping to build the fellowship hall. He is buried in the churchyard along with all of his family.
Grandpa was discovered to have cancer in the mid 1960's. It wasn't a usual cancer, but a rare one. He was treated at NIH (National Institutes of Health) because the doctors weren't sure about how to treat it. He got the most up to date treatment there and then came the day that they said he had "beaten" the cancer. We all were so happy. Grandpa and grandma were never much for traveling, but they went out to Iowa to see his cousins that lived out there. When he came home, during a check up, they found another (different) mass in his lungs. Being close to his heart they couldn't do anything. How our treatments for cancer have come along since that day.
When he died, it came as a great shock to me. I loved my grandpa dearly and I have so many fond memories of him. He loved to work in the garden and I know I pestered him terrible, but I don't remember him getting mad at me. The only time he yelled at me was when I would try to sneek into the strawberry patch. I'd just get a handful when I would hear his voice yell from the house, "Get out of the strawberries!!", and I would scamper back home.
badrenn
I don't know a lot about my grandpa since he died when I was young. He was always away working when I was at the house "bugging" my grandma. He was the oldest of nine children and was raised in rural Howard County. His father was George W. "Judge" Renn. I always wondered why they called him "Judge" Renn until I found, in my research, that he really was a judge!
He was a carpenter, building houses and I know that he taught my father everything that he knew about building a house. I assume that grandpa built the house that they lived in all of their married lives. He worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps during the depression, but I'm not sure where he worked but I have a vague remembrance of someone saying Pennsylvania. It helped them get through the depression.
He was a life long member of St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Fulton, MD since his great-grandfather and grandfather were founding members. One of the earliest memories I have of my grandpa is him ringing the bell just before church started and he and my father helping to build the fellowship hall. He is buried in the churchyard along with all of his family.
Grandpa was discovered to have cancer in the mid 1960's. It wasn't a usual cancer, but a rare one. He was treated at NIH (National Institutes of Health) because the doctors weren't sure about how to treat it. He got the most up to date treatment there and then came the day that they said he had "beaten" the cancer. We all were so happy. Grandpa and grandma were never much for traveling, but they went out to Iowa to see his cousins that lived out there. When he came home, during a check up, they found another (different) mass in his lungs. Being close to his heart they couldn't do anything. How our treatments for cancer have come along since that day.
When he died, it came as a great shock to me. I loved my grandpa dearly and I have so many fond memories of him. He loved to work in the garden and I know I pestered him terrible, but I don't remember him getting mad at me. The only time he yelled at me was when I would try to sneek into the strawberry patch. I'd just get a handful when I would hear his voice yell from the house, "Get out of the strawberries!!", and I would scamper back home.
badrenn
He was a carpenter, building houses and I know that he taught my father everything that he knew about building a house. I assume that grandpa built the house that they lived in all of their married lives. He worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps during the depression, but I'm not sure where he worked but I have a vague remembrance of someone saying Pennsylvania. It helped them get through the depression.
He was a life long member of St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Fulton, MD since his great-grandfather and grandfather were founding members. One of the earliest memories I have of my grandpa is him ringing the bell just before church started and he and my father helping to build the fellowship hall. He is buried in the churchyard along with all of his family.
Grandpa was discovered to have cancer in the mid 1960's. It wasn't a usual cancer, but a rare one. He was treated at NIH (National Institutes of Health) because the doctors weren't sure about how to treat it. He got the most up to date treatment there and then came the day that they said he had "beaten" the cancer. We all were so happy. Grandpa and grandma were never much for traveling, but they went out to Iowa to see his cousins that lived out there. When he came home, during a check up, they found another (different) mass in his lungs. Being close to his heart they couldn't do anything. How our treatments for cancer have come along since that day.
When he died, it came as a great shock to me. I loved my grandpa dearly and I have so many fond memories of him. He loved to work in the garden and I know I pestered him terrible, but I don't remember him getting mad at me. The only time he yelled at me was when I would try to sneek into the strawberry patch. I'd just get a handful when I would hear his voice yell from the house, "Get out of the strawberries!!", and I would scamper back home.
badrenn
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