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Stephen Sardi:
"A few weeks ago, I was in Milford on an errand and decided to take a look at the house that I grew up in on Loomis St. After our parents passed, the house was sold and is now owned by someone outside the family.
In front of the house there is a small plot of land, and by the sidewalk next to the street there is a hedge that forms a waist-high fence. There is an opening in the hedges that allows someone to walk to the front of the house to knock on the front door.
As children, our mother would not allow us to handle the sharp tools used to maintain the yard, hedge-clippers among them. So, Paul and I used to watch our mother doing the yard work, wondering when we would be able to use the equipment. None of it was motorized, so there was quite a bit of manual labor to finish any yard job.
One year, when he was still quite young, Paul decided he was tired of watching and wanted to get in on the action. When our mother went out there to start trimming, Paul followed shortly after and told her that he was ready to take on care of the hedges as 'his' chore. Our mother was not sure -- but decided to let him try it to see if he would do it safely, and what kind of job he might do.
It took him a long time -- much longer than it would have taken my mother. But he stuck with it, and did a fantastic job. That was it -- it was his chore from then on.
He never asked if he should do the chore -- he simply grabbed the trimmers and did it when it was needed. And always -- a great job.
I saw those hedges during my drive-by of the house. As back then, they are still standing -- waiting for a caring hand to form them to perfection."
Daniel Pinna:
"11/10 - 11/11/19 was a great new experience for me. I was in Bakersfield at a recording studio called River Theatre at 1213 North Chester Ave in Oildale (Bakersfield) CA working on a new company with new business partners. The River Theatre opened in September 1939 and then closed around 1964/1965. It became a recording studio for Buck Owens from 1968 until 1992 when a number of artists like Johnny Cash recorded. It then became an independent recording studio from 1992 until it closed in April 2008. Since that time a new friend of mine has utilized the location for him and his band.
It was my 1st time to Bakersfield and one of my longer drives. I've only driven once longer than that and that was the time my father and I drove from San Jose to Los Angeles over to Phoenix Arizona to visit my grandmother in Sun City."
Kathy Pinna:
Benny Lee Demastus was born on December 11th, 1946 in West Virginia to Spurgeon Demastus and Katherine Swiger.
Benny L. Demastus, who was 21 years old, married Linda L. Edwards, who was 16 years old, on March 27th, 1968 in Virginia.
Benny Demastus, who was 61 years old, married Debra L. Gurly, who was 52 years old, on May 15th, 2008 in Harris County, Texas.
Brittany Harp:
My first love - We were just kids, really—young, unformed, and trying to figure out who we were. He was caught up in basketball, hanging out with his friends, and staying close to his mom, who lived right next door. I, on the other hand, was chasing something deeper, something more. But instead of finding it within myself, I searched for it in him. That pressure—on both of us—slowly made me insecure, and I unfairly put a lot of blame on him for things I didn’t yet understand about myself.
After we broke up, I didn’t know how to handle the pain of rejection. I lashed out. Even then, he still showed me a quiet kind of support, in his own way. A week before he was murdered, he called me late at night, crying. If you knew Matt, you know how rare that was. He always wore a half-smile and could turn any moment into a laugh. I can’t even recall a time he was truly angry.
That night, his voice cracked as he told me he had done something awful. I thought maybe he’d been drinking. I tried to get him to open up, but all he said was, “They’re going to come for me.” He never told me what he meant. The next day, we went out to eat like nothing had happened. He smiled, laughed—acted like the call never happened. I still think about that day. Could I have done something? Could I have saved him?
A week later, Matt was shot and killed on the front porch of the home we once shared. The truth came out later—he had fired a shot at John’s house, and John retaliated. But anyone who knew Matt knows he wasn’t that kind of person. He was pushed into it. John had stolen from him, and Matt’s own friends had started calling him soft. But I was there. I saw it all. Matt wasn’t a vengeful person. When people hurt him, he usually just cut them off.
But this time was different. He was surrounded by people who fed into the worst parts of the situation. He got pulled into a mess that was never truly his. And no matter what anyone said, I don’t think he saw a way out.
After his death, the pain didn’t stop. People seem to forget, but Matt’s mother later died by suicide, and his stepfather overdosed not long after. His uncle Ronney was never the same. And me? I was left terrified and broken, carrying the weight of a loss I never really got to process.
Matt had such a bright soul—gone far too soon. I just wish I had one more day. Just one more moment for him to meet my son… and see the family that still carries a piece of him. Love you Matt!! Brittany Harp
Jennifer (Hutton) Goertler:
She was my grandma Trudie's big sister. Always referred to as "Kate". After their mother died, my grandma, as a teenager, lived with her and husband at the time, Lawrence Slonaker, in McMechen, WV. She had some psychological issues, and I know she spent a lot of time in facilities for those issues. Her and Lawrence were divorced, and the trail ran cold for information regarding her life after that.
Marla Langford:
I’m Donald’s daughter hoping to connect with you . - I’m born in 1972 to Wanda Faye Godsey in englewood co . I have been searching for my father and any relations to piece my family together . My mom wasn’t to invested in me finding my dad. I have been looking for him since 1991 . Please I would love to talk to you :) i have some picture of him and the puhekker family but not much else ..
Richard Cobb:
Brother - Joe was my brother who took his life in December 1972. I still greatly miss him to this day. He was a Doctor of Physiology for the University of Oregon where he got his PHD. He received his bachelor's degree from Harvard University in 1956. He went through very difficult times as he went to psychiatrists for many years. I believe he would be alive today if he had access to the medications now available for his bi-polar personality. He was 10 years older than me, but we definitely had a strong connection. I love and miss him greatly.
Robbreiona Bell:
Rosemary is My Grandmother - Rose Marry, was a strong and loving woman who left behind a legacy through her 11 children, including your mother, Prina, the oldest. Though I lost her at a young age and don’t have many memories, her impact lives on through your family. It’s been a bittersweet moment to come across her picture online, a glimpse into the past that connects me to her in a new way. I’m looking for more photos or information about her and her children or even connecting with extended family members who may have old pictures or stories to share. She may be gone, but her love and presence remain in the lives she touched
Robin Gullo:
Robin Gullo - Johnny was my brother.
Joey and Johnny were both die hard Celtic fans they had season tickets.
I remember when my sister Kim and I went to Boston to visit them they gave us tickets to a Celtics game. We both said we didn’t know how we would get there?? They told us to take the train to orange line and just follow the people ? We looked at each other in confusion , but was very clear when we got off the T. There was a sea of green!!!
Thank you my brothers for making me a die hard Celtic fan.
Love and miss you all every day!❤️😘
Danielle Adair:
Always in my heart - John Pratt was my Uncle, who I felt closer to than my own parents. He was a great guy, who always made me laugh and smile. I got my silly side from him, besides my Aunt on my mother's side. lol
My Uncle John was there for me, more than any other member of the family, growing up! I used to sit on his lap when I was a little girl. I remember playing basketball with him, my dad and other Uncle Ray.
I remember my Uncle John and I would laugh and be silly & even drum on the table back and forth to the awesome music he'd jam to. And I would make him laugh when dancing with his cane. That some was fun times, and I miss him very much! He also would take me in so I had somewhere to go, whenever I was thrown out, both as a minor & adult!
My Uncle John will ALWAYS be in my heart, and a part of my life. I love him very much, and may he rest in peace. I'll see you again someday Uncle John, and when I do, we can dance and be silly together in Heaven.
Anita LeNorman:
Glenda was an angel - Glenda was my stepmom. She was one of the sweetest people you could ever know. She was kind, sweet and loving.
I did manage to see her later in life but later lost touch due to my cancer diagnosis. I hoped she knew that I loved her dearly and still think about her and miss her so much.
Laura Kaye Biddle:
updated the profile photo of Philip Biddle to Philip K Biddle.