Tuesday, May 23, 2006
There are so many memories for me attached to Whitey and this family. Growing up next door, I remember the gruff (but smiling) man who was constantly yelling for the ""G.D. Jones kids to go home"" because we just touched the wet varnish on his boat, or we were picking something out of his Mother's garden. I cannot count how many times he grumpily repaired our transistor radios, or took us for a ride in his Bonneville (usually to Howard Johnson's for ice cream). I couldn't wait for him to attend an overnight conference because that meant I could spend the evening with Mrs. Hotze luxurating in a bubble bath and Jean Nate. The dancing cuckoo clock on the kitchen wall, watching the Flintsones for the first time on a color tv set, going to the cemetary to plant flowers. Your family was a wonderful part of my childhood, and I will cherish these thoughts forever. God Bless.
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