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Stephen Sardi:
"The world of the early 1970s was not anything like the lives we lead today. Back then, there were no computers, cell phones, or even much to watch on TV with limited channels and content. It was very easy to get bored.
We would play outside starting early morning, but by the afternoon, we would run out of things to keep us entertained, especially in the summer. Once we delivered our newspapers, the rest of the day was left up to us to figure out what to do with.
At that time, Paul and I both played baseball, so we usually played catch for a while, but if the day was too hot, we came inside the house, and unfortunately -- continued our efforts to keep ourselves entertained. Our mother strictly forbade us throwing things inside the house, but on this particular day -- our minds were elsewhere.
My mother had an Amaryllis plant in a pot in the living room. It was tall and flowering, and it was quite happy sitting where it was -- until we decided to use the room to extend our game of catch. I forget what we were throwing around, but eventually, one of us hit the plant and completely bent the stalk in half.
We knew the repercussions. We'd been told many times not to do it, but we did it anyway, and we broke our mother's plant.
But Paul had this idea -- my mother had placed a stake in the soil to hold the plant up while it was growing, and had placed a piece of yarn loosely around the stalk as support. He simply stood the plant upright, attempted to 'round' the stalk, and then placed the yarn higher up on the plant to make it stay. It seemed to work.
Later that night, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. At a commercial break, I looked over at my brother and saw a look of horror on his face. He very slowly gestured to me to look at the plant.
Slowly, very slowly, the yarn was sliding down the stalk and the flower was starting to droop. My mother hadn't noticed it yet, but we knew what was coming. Eventually, down it went.
I don't recall what happened after that. Likely, we were asked if we had been horsing around in the house, and we tried to weasel our way out of it. But eventually, we were caught and had to admit our foul deed.
I think my mother (despite her frustration with us killing her plant) was a bit bemused by Paul's efforts to hide the outcome. In the future, we learned our lesson because we both felt badly about the plant and decided what we had done was very stupid. But I'll always remember the look on my brother's face as the moment of doom approached for both of us."
Mary Neeley:
"Where have all the flowers gone? The most BEAUTIFUL flowers in the garden are always picked first. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love is a memory no one can steal. You were the GREATEST singer/songwriter of the 21st century. Others will come and go but no one will EVER have your style. Rest in peace, Dear Amy Jade Winehouse. You have touched so many."
Curtis Beitans:
The Argus. Melbourne. 5th February 1938.
WHITBY. - On the 3rd February, at his residence,
3 Cowper street, Hawthorn East, Archie Charles,
dearly loved husband of the late Louise Whitby,
loving father of Charles, Amy, Fred, Arthur, George,
Daisy ( Mrs. Hillier ), and Ruby ( Mrs. Young ).
Aged 91 years. - At rest.
Jessica Christensen:
Nola was my Great Grandmother. She had a very sweet soul. We all miss her very much. In her older years when she had to move from Picayune to Gulfport to live with her son and daughter, she gifted me with her daylillies and amaryllis' from her flower garden. I still have to this day.
Curtis Beitans:
The Herald. Melbourne. 11th January 1892.
It will be remembered that a Windsor shopkeeper,
named Carter Godfrey, was recently charged with
an indecent assault upon a child, named Lula Eva
Chambers. The latest development of the case is
that the mother of the child, and a material witness
in the case, has developed symptoms of madness to
such an extent as to warrant her removal to the
Kew Lunatic Asylum.
Barbara Penrod:
Ambrose Hairston - My great-grandfather was the captain of a crew of workers, who installed "new- fangled" electric lines and gas lines to Sparta, and other southern cities. Therefore, the family moved from Georgia, to Tennessee, and to Alabama.
He had a second job delivering ice to homes about the time of the outbreak of the Spanish Flu (1918-1919). His daughter, Anne, saw bodies stacked like cordwood outside their window.
He married his sixth cousin, Martha Hairston, who was three years older, and they had 11 children (one died in early childhood).
While he was frail in his nineties, he had a good mind and a sense of humor.
Lisa Tomes:
Jesse Cornwell is my grandfather and I myself did not know him but his son Charles Edward Cornwell was my daddy and he told me some about him Jesse was married to Edith Francis Ammon and they had 3kis Jesse Francis Cornwell. Charles Edward Cornwell and Melvin Franklin Cornwell. Mrs Cornwell later to a Mr Martin and she passed away in Detroit Michigan if anyone knows of the family history I would really like to know thank you and God bless
Agnes Galiano:
My Best Friend - Jeff was my best friend in high school. He was a kind person who loved his sister Donna. We confided in each other every day and often felt not accepted by our classmates for being different. I loved him like a best friend and he is surely missed each and every day. May God keep you safe.
Cynthia Raysor:
Felicia is my mother - I am Cynthia Raysor the eldest daughter of Felicia Dionne Mobley Raysor. There are seven of us. Three boys and four girls. My mother’s life was cut short at 32 yrs old due to domestic gun violence. I was there went it occurred at our home. I was only 10 yrs old st the time. My mother was a very hard worker. She had just finished college and she was working three jobs to provide for us. I could go on and on, but it will take a whole book to write out her life story.
Tammy Sue:
Grandpa’s garden - If you ever knew my grandpa he was a very hard worker, his garden was his passion he loved to fish as well. He was always a jokester but loved to tease grandma all the time. I miss laying on his clothes from work every morning he wore. That smell I absolutely love to this day! I miss him so much. Until we meet again grandpa.
Love Always,
Jimmy/paddlefoot
(Tammy)
Ramon Garcia:
Happy Mother’s Day!!! - Kanella was like a grandmother to me. She would pick me up after school, take care of me while my parents were working. I will never forget her being there at every single life event, even when my own biological grandparents couldn’t be there.
She would help with my homework as much as she could. If not she would have her daughter Lorraine assist with the day’s assignment.
One thing I will always remember her by will be by her cooking and how she would make me help her in the kitchen. It was so much fun and therapeutic.
You see this is not something that I could share with my own biological grandmothers, so I treasure to this day those special moments. She was to me, what you call in the Italian-American culture, my nonna.
Although my life had a different path in store for me, there has always been a passion for the kitchen and the art of creating a meal from scratch no matter how many dishes nor utensils are involved in the process. Cooking with passion and for the reward of a potpourri of rich aromas seeping out of her 2nd story apartment and into the hallway and stairs of the 5 story tenement building in Washington Heights.
Thank you for all the great memories.
Your favorite kerata (colloquial Greek term loosely meaning ‘rascal’),
Ramon L Garcia
Susan Fryson:
He was my uncle...Him and his wife (Hilda) were very loving...They took me on vacations every summer when I was a child...these were very special...my uncle had a bird that he loved...I remember when he left cage open and the bird would always sit on his shoulder when he would read the newspaper...I loved them both dearly...they are truly missed...your niece, Susan Emmett💖💖💖
Phyllis Ferrara:
Anita Ferrara Clark was my beloved paternal aunt - My 2nd mother. I loved this woman dearly. My father, her older brother, was devoted to her. They both had a difficult childhood, as their mother passed when Anita was an infant and my dad was a toddler.
May they both be happy and beloved in heaven.
Shelley Cardiel:
I have an old studio photograph of Guy KETTERER which was taken at the Burkholder & Co. Studio in Orrville, OH. The photograph appears to have been taken in the 1890's with Guy appearing to be about 3 years old at the time it was taken. Based on limited research I was able to gather the following information regarding Guy and his family:
Guy David Dewitt KETTERER was b. 8 Oct 1889 in Cleveland or Apple Creek, OH to parents William “Willie” KETTERER (1862-1913) and Sybil Della BARNES (1864-1942) who were married 6 May 1884 in Wayne County, OH. Guy was one of four children born to this couple including Cora E.; Baby Boy; Baby Boy; and Guy David Dewitt KETTERER, all born between 1884 and 1889. Guy married twice, first to Caroline STOCKON (1893-1931) on 2 Apr 1918 in Hillsborough County, FL and second to Anna “Annie” Margaret or Marie SANDS (1874-1958) in 1933 in Pinellas County, FL, they divorced in 1951.
Guy died 28 Jul 1955 in Tampa, FL and is buried in the Westlawn Cemetery in Mount Eaton, OH.
I would like to get this photograph to a family member and would appreciate you contacting me if you are a member of this family or know someone who might be.
Thanks,
Shelley
Shelley Cardiel:
tagged Guy David Dewitt Ketterer in this photo.
Shelley Cardiel:
updated the profile photo of Guy Ketterer to Guy David Dewitt Ketterer.