In Memory Of Witt Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In memory of Witt, a gentleman, a neighbor we grew up with. He had a lizard and reptile house, was amazing when it came
to cacti, even creating a cactus he named after himself. When
he died, his son donated the cacti to the botanical gardens.

An extremely knowledgeable and smart man - a genius. He also
spoke and knew Latin. Always had time to show us around his cactus garden and enlighten us with his knowledge and wisdom, saying we were the future of earth.

It's been many, many years now since his death, but I still think of him often. When grown up with a family of my own, we always invited him to every family and party event of our entire family, and he often would stop by on his way home and have dinner with us.

Witt lived a very simple life, so after he died we were surprised to learn from his son, that he died a millionaire.
He was just always so kind, compassionate and caring, a totally down to earth gentleman that we all loved. Memories of a man we knew growing up.