My deepest sympathy.
Fredonia is our roots, and to Michael and me our mental comfort food. Young Michael had sparkling eyes and charisma. I admired his positive attitude, confidence and ambitions to go to Nevada in pursuit of his goals. I hope he realized his deserved happiness.
I remember fondly the Rouse family! You are following your parents' tradition of family devotion and honor. Today's memorial (July 20, 2013) is a loving testimonial to them.
Affectionately,
Anita Sagona Pusateri
Marilyn
1st August 2013
My Uncle Mike was the coolest person in our family, insofar as I knew it and him. He was a bona fide hippie and intellectual. I inherited some of his cool hippie jeans and some of his much-treasured Kafka paperbacks with notes in the margins, so I know. Not to mention the baseball cards and the collections of Youth Sport Fiction that I reveled in when young. He was an opinionated man, open-minded, though... up to a point. I think that our common bond was rooted in the fact that we both found life to be a little difficult, partly because all of the really important questions are unanswerable, and partly because there are so many people who insist that the really big questions aren't worth worrying about... or perhaps aren't questions at all. He was a smart, well-educated, good-natured, frustrated, misunderstood, well-loved, likeable, hateable, and sometimes difficult and stubborn man who wanted to understand and to be understood. I wish I'd known him better, but I think we both did the best that we could.
I know this about Mike-- he thought that Jeff Beck was the greatest guitarist ever. I also know that he hated tuna fish sandwiches until the day, when he was about 12, that my Dad made him one to eat while they listened to the Yankees on the radio together. I know that the ceiling fan in my Mom's townhouse in Texas still wobbles a little because he clocked it with a mattress while attempting to make up his makeshift sleeping accomodations in the "TV Room." I know that he and I spent most of my parents' 25th anniversary celebration passed out-- Mike in the parking lot and me in the "men's room" of the fine restaurant at which the event was staged. I know that he was a fair card-counter and a terrible gambler. I know that he once lived in a room furnished with nothing but a mattress and a complete set of the Encyclopedia Brittanica in its special little bookcase. I know that when I was six years old he took me for a ride in a convertible and bought me some plastic Mexican Jumping Beans and a Coke and made me very happy. I know that in his later years he didn't share my passion for vintage pulp fiction. And I know that I loved him, and will miss him a lot. I'm grateful to have my memories of him today, as his Memorial gets under way 3000 miles away, and to know that the memories will last as long as I do. Gerard Lafond.
backhand101
20th July 2013
From David Smith, Buz, and other friends of Michael's --
Well, I hope all goes well this weekend. As you can guess I will be here and not there. Hopefully my little story will bring a smile or two from the gatherers. If you can post it on the memorial site I would be delighted. We are going to have our own celebration of life at the LayLowLounge on Saturday. David Smith, Buz, and other friends of Michael's will be thinking of you all. His Spirit will always have a space here, he's never really left. His favorite chair has his name written on the seat. Say a large Howdy from us Nevadan's. Bless you for all you have done.
With Love,
Jim Pawluk
Nephew Mark
19th July 2013