Kurt Cobain: Collection of Personal Accounts From Family Relatives

I would like to share some of the memories and perceptions I have concerning
this unique, rare and original human being called Kurt Cobain. I knew Kurt
during his teen-age years in the period from about 1979 to 1984. I was in my
mid-30s and living in and near Montesano. My sister married Kurt\'s dad, Don, and
also lived in Montesano.

My grandfather comprehended the intelligence and individuality in Kurt at a time
when Kurt was being beaten down mentally and physically. "Gramps" often told me
of his respect for Kurt\'s tenacity and compassion even though he was in
emotional pain. Shortly before Gramps died, he had been talking about Kurt. He
looked at me and said words to the effect that he could see a nobility about
Kurt that he had never seen in anyone in all his 70 years.

One time, Gramps invited Kurt along on one of our steelhead fishing trips. We
were spread out a few hundred feet apart along the Wynooche River. All of a
sudden, we heard this horrendous combination of screaming, warbling and yodeling
from Kurt, who was upstream and out of sight. Gramps told me to run up there and
help Kurt, who must have hooked a big fish. When I reached Kurt, he didn\'t even
have his line in the water. When I asked him what was going on, he just looked
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I\'m just trying to
thicken my vocal chords so I can scream better!" When I went back to Gramps to
tell him, he just grinned and said, "It figures, We\'ll just let him be!" We can
now say, "Thank you, Kurt, for thickening your vocal chords!"

Kurt didn\'t fit the general mold of society in a logging town, and so he was
beaten upon by people who didn\'t understand him. One day I heard that he was in
a fight a few blocks away. When I ran to the scene, the fight was over. However,
I heard from a friend that Kurt was assaulted by a burly, 250-pound logger type.
Evidently, Kurt did not even fight; he just presented the bully with the
appropriate hand gesture everytime he was knocked down until the bully gave up.
To top it all off, Kurt just had that usual grin on his face!

A final footnote to this small remembrance of Kurt: A wonderful picture comes to
mind of a rare, sunny day when I peeked out the window into the yard. There was
Kurt with some kind of contraption on his head. It resembled a tinfoil hat. He
was sneaking around the yard, followed by about half a dozen laughing toddlers.
Kurt had the million dollar grin on his face, and I could tell he was definitely
in "nirvana." I guess you could say he was the "pied piper" of compassion.

I hope that these little examples of happiness will help to show that even
though Kurt experienced pain in his teen-age years he still did not let that
pain stop him from loving life as fully as he could. We should never condemn
Kurt for leaving us. We should instead look inward and thank him for loving us
enough to share his feelings. Let us learn that no amount of pain will ever stop
us from loving life. We must all maintain respect for the signifigance of our
own lives, as well as the lives of others.

Larry Smith: Kurt\'s uncle by marriage

Here is a little glimpse of a happy side of Kurt. A measure of the kind of Man
he was, even when he was about 15 years old: Old Man Reeves was this kind of
eccentric guy who lived on Sylvia Street in Montesano. He was a loner and kids
used to really give him a bad time, and do cruel things to him. He would come
out on his porch and shake his fist at his tormentors and scream profanities. We
(myself included, when I was younger) just loved it. Sometimes kids would throw
rocks and break his windows or pull up his flowers (myself not included, thank
goodness). He was known for a couple of generations of kids as a real weird and
mean guy, even though in actuality he was not. The tormenting went on through
quite a few years, and a new group of kids would take over for the old. Kurt,
however, changed the tradition. When he was running