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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."
Stephen Sardi:
Dreams - My brother and I would share our dreams, especially if they seemed funny, or if something unusual happened in them. But mostly, they were wishful thinking on our part about what our futures held, things we eventually hoped we would own, or places we might visit that we had learned about in school.
We learned about the Caribbean, the deep blue waters, the white sands -- and the pirate's treasure we were sure we would find if only we could get there. Our interest was heightened when we learned that Charles Island, off the coast of Milford, CT, had been a stopping point for Captain Kidd and that he may have buried treasure there, according to local legend.
My brother had a dream about how one day, when he got older, he would buy Charles Island -- and he and I would go out there and find the treasure we were sure was hidden there. In his dream, he told me, the evidence was there because he found a sand dollar seashell at Silver Sands, the nearby beach. I was so caught up in his dream that I felt sure he HAD to be right, and I looked forward to it eventually happening.
Of course, that could not happen. The legends were real, but we didn't stand a chance of finding anything, not even the sand dollar shell that are native to tropical waters.
Charles Island has an interesting feature -- at low tide, there is a tombolo (sandbar) that allows people to walk over to the island and stay for a short while until the tide starts coming in again. We knew about this, but it's hard to be an explorer when your life is tied up in school and work. Although I've walked there in recent years, Paul and I never did, so the best he could do was admire the island from afar -- and settle for dreams of pirate gold.
I don't know if we perceive when our last days and nights are upon us. I can only hope that the night before he died, my brother had a dream where his wishes came true -- where he found the buried treasure, and enjoyed the rest of his life knowing he had achieved a great accomplishment.
As an adult, I've been to where he and I dreamed of going -- it is as beautiful as we both imagined. The palm trees, the white sand, the blue water -- all there. I hope his dreams that night -- April 24, 1981 -- matched the reality of the beautiful things he missed out on.
During one of my trips there, I found his sand dollar on the beach -- and thought of him. Wherever he is, I hope his dreams come true.
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.
Kathy Pinna:
Goldie Kathleen Scherick was born on November 26th, 1917 in Moundsville, West Virginia to Charles John Scherick (1890 - 1971) and Pleasy Jane Furbee (1891 - 1935) and she had siblings William, Marshall Arnold Scherick, Mary Sybil (Scherick) , Betty DeNichols, Gertrude Maxine Sherick, Charles, Mattie and Sherley.
Goldiee Scherick married Laurence D. Slonaker in 1938 in Marshall, West Virginia. By the time of the 1950 Federal census, she was reporting that she was divorced. and she was a lodger in the home of Laurence and Roxie Ross in Moundsville, West Virginia.
A relative is seeking more information about Goldie. See Memory about Goldie Kathleen Scherick.
Judas Chappell:
Charles Konieckzi was an amazing man. He was a great father, husband, and even grandfather. Charles had two children named Charles and Tony, twins, both going on to have multiple kids. Charles wouldn’t meet his great grandchildren, but they honor him anyway, keeping him close in their hearts. Charles was a happy man with an average life. He argued with his wife and loved his boys dearly. Charles was the funniest man you could have met.
Colleen Stanley:
Bob was my dad. I only had a handful of years with him toward the end, but it was enough to know that he loved my younger brother and me. Hopefully he knew that we loved him, too. I know from all of the stories that have been told to me over the years that he was an avid fan of the Detroit Tigers who also enjoyed watching college basketball, participating in our church’s bowling league, and making what would today be called “dad” jokes. His love for family and friends was also boundless. Whether it was a sibling, in-law, someone for church, etc., he was the first one who would come up with a plan to meet any needs that arose - anything from donating cases of baby food to our pastor after an accident to sneaking full-sized replacement appliances into the homes of both my mother’s sister and his own. My goal is to carry on the best parts of my father’s legacy and honor his memory with my life.
James Farr:
Renee Irmini was my grandmother my name is James Farr but my grandmother always called me Jamie she had beautiful red long hair and she had a license in numerology and a license and astrology and before she passed away she became a psychiatric technician atascadero State hospital she never gave up and always had a smile on her face was always the life of the crowd and always happy you couldn't tell when she was sad and I loved her very much and miss her too.
Laura Billingsley:
Grandma:
With your 20 year death anniversary approaching, I have been thinking of you lately more than usual. I wish I would have spent more time with you when I visited, for your knowledge about things that mattered was over the top. I know you truly are in heaven and I am happy for you. I miss and love you always.
Barbara Waites:
CW4 Howard E. Morton was a son to Joe and Irene Morton. He was a former husband of Barbara Morton Waites. He was a father to James Clifton Farrar, Kimber Leigh Farrar, and Marla Michele Morton. He served in the Army for almost 27 years, and was killed in an Army plane crash on December 1, 1989, at the age of 47. He also served as a Texas Highway Patrolman from 1966 through 1968, before returning to the Army after his younger brother, Billy Wayne Morton, was killed Viet Nam. He was a very handsome man and well liked. He will always be remembered by those who loved him.
Randall Hedrick:
Mentor / Boss / Friend - I met Bill in 1977 when I went to work for Pamida Discount Center in Atchison, KS. He was the Store Manager's District Manager. Got to know Bill over the next couple of years as I was promoted. Eventually he promoted me to an Assistant Manager's job in Maryville, MO and gave me my own store in 1981 in Kingman, KS. My store was bought out by Gibson's Discount Center in late 1982 and I was able to return the favor and helped get Bill a job with Gibsons at a higher pay scale. He retired with Gibsons in Dodge City. I lost track of Bill in 1984 and never had the opportunity to thank him for helping me early on in my working career before leaving that life behind and going to college. Thank you Bill for everything -- I always admired you and appreciated you. Wish we could have stayed in touch. RIP in Heaven with your beautiful wife Rosie.
Julius Earle Jr:
Julius went to school in Walhalla, SC. After high school he attended and graduated from Clemson College, Clemson, SC. He then attended and graduated from the Medical College of South Carolina in Charleston, SC. He completed a medical/surgical internship at White Cross Hospital, Columbus Ohio.
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.
Tammy Kerwood:
Time with Tom and Myrtle Tyvand - Tom was married to Myrtle King Tyvand. They had 2 sons, Thomas H. Tyvand Sr. and Courtney Tyvand. I went to school with Tom Jr. I made many trips to their home. I enjoyed joining them for dinner, gardening, wine tasting. Tom was an avid maker of wine. I recall him making grape, red and white, cherry, strawberry and more. He was a veteran and worded for GTE when met him and Myrtlle in 1975. I boarded my horse at their 7 acre property complete with a barn. They loved animals, particularly cats. They had 2 during the 30 plus years I was in tgeir company. They kept them into old age 18 and 16 years. Myrtle was like a do all around everything from splitting wood, smoking salmon, handpainting China and a master chef. She volunteered at Friendshp House, a daycare for children and an early learning center thru kindergarten. Tom's favorite past time was hearing of her daily adventures and wine making he was a wonderful husband and father. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He and Myrtle were full of humor, kindness, intelligent and a picture of a successful marriage. I feel blessed to have been part of it. I loved them and miss them.. They were down to earth and accessible. They were unique respected, well liked and never stayed from who they were. I am better for knowing them. Tom was an outstanding role model for his sons, as was Myrtle. I'm grateful for the opportunity to share a glimpse into their lives.
Lisa Cudd:
The world needs more people like him! - I went to live with Uncle Les in 1962 after my mother died the previous December, when I was 5 years. He was married to my paternal aunt. He became my father in all sense of the word, loving me unconditionally. He became my world and the role model of the man I would want to marry. Thankfully, I did! He was the best grandpa to my son, and I think of him and miss him each and every day.
His *skeezits* and *punkin*, Lisa
David Anthony:
Cheryl Lumpkin Stovall - I have attempted to locate Cheryl for 50+ years. Finally did recently in the cemetery. She died Jan 4, 1980. I read in a 1980s newspaper edition that she died in the hospital from a brain injury. How did this injury happen? Car accident-NOT! Rumor is that a family member may have hit her.
She was a very special angel to me during difficult times in my youth in Texas. Any information will be appreciated.
Dave:)
Billi Oberlander:
Billi's memories of Grammie - Some of my fondest memories of Grammie where when she would visit us after taking a trip. She would bring back gifts that were educational for the area she had visited.
She would help my mom with clothes after she divorced dad. I remember that we used to get teased. I do not remember how I acted as a child but I do remember that having hand make clothes was such a unique thing without understanding that used to be normal.
I remember spending some summers with Grammie and we would go to the garden to pick vegetables to can. I never truly understood where food came from before this. We would help her pick the vegetables and stuff them in our mouths at the same time.
Shelley Cardiel:
updated the profile photo of Joseph Smiley to Joseph Franklin Smiley.