Monday, January 14, 2019
Dear Mother Time and circumstance prevented me from being with you and the family and your many friends. I have missed your voice for many years now. You had a wonderful grasp of the news in the world and could talk for hours on almost any subject. I especially remembered your views on Bill Clinton when he was President and also your love of Tiger Woods as he was making golf history. When I think back of the early years, i vividly recall you walking with me on my first day going to school. at Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Remington Park. We got to within a block of the school and you said goodbye. The years after that were spent making friends in the neighborhood. You arranged my one and only true birthday party when I was 8 or 9. I still remember Richard and Gay Mack attending and Richard was later hit and killed while riding his bicycle. Those were pleasant years with dad making boats and repairing cars and working at the NYC & SW&A. You consoled us when our dear dog Buster was struck and killed by a car. You encouraged us to pick the wild chamomile buds for washing your hair. This we did for many summers. As well we picked the wild strawberries and blackberries that grew in various places including alongside the railroad track. You made wonderful pies from the berries. When me moved to #3 and Howard the little 6 room motel was our world. You worked long and hard in the early years to make it work. We all contributed to the success of the business. I still remember hauling in the coal for the furnace to heat the circulating hot water. Then there was the restaurant. You and dad put in many hours making that place work. The food was always good. And I should add that Mary Janisse was an important piece of all parts of the business. Both in the motel and the restaurant and you kept that friendship going for many many years. In all those years there was that constant daily event that I missed in later years. That event was the evening meal. Somehow we had a wonderful nutritious meals day after day after day. My favorite was what we came to know as "Gumboats". A mix of pasta, boiled prunes, and graham cracker crust topped with sour cream. In this day and age the evening meal has changed so much. I will fondly remember those return visits over the years and all those favorite dishes you would lovingly prepare. The long goodbye is now over mother. I will miss you and all you did for us. And as you wished me goodbye when I started the school years, I now say goodbye as you begin your spiritual adventure. With Love Your son Larry
