Monday, September 15, 2014
Part two:
Two of my favorite memories (and forgive me if my dates are wrong): After they had moved away, Mr. and Mrs. Horan (and Dennis?) came to visit us at the end of January just in time for the Blizzard of 66. They got snowed in and had to stay extra days. After the snow quit we trekked up Edmondson Avenue to the Highs Store for milk, etc. Buried cars were just mounds in the drifts of snow.
Three or four years later we visited them in Trumbull. The visit included a football game in the back yard in the pouring rain. Mr. Horan, holding towels, grinned, shook his head, and said leave those muddy shoes and wet clothes at the back door.
This good man is now at rest after a life of dedication to his family, his country, his community, and his vocation.
Goodbye Old Buddy.
