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| Janet Played her guitar and sang to me when I was in the crib. She taught me how to Play chords and sing to them. We sang great harmony together. In fact the whole dang family would sing in harmony on some priceless nights. We had awesome christmas's together. I couldn't wait for them to come home from college so we could all sing and have a good time. They were all so beautiful my hippie brothers and sisters. It was the 60's then. Through the 70's Janet lived by the sea,along the coast of Maine. She had a beautiful boat "the Tallow two". So really she lived ON the sea. Now she has a beautiful farm near the forest where she rides her snowmobiles with her husband Kieth and is creating her novel with a few peoms along the way. |
| Linda, after attending Morrisville College (1968), Met Rex. They fell in love and raised my neices and nephews (Nannette, Dawn, Jimmy, Micheal, and Nathan). So since they weren't that much younger than me, I always had someone to play with when she would come home. We had lots of fun together and were probably quite a bundle on Christmas day. We would spend weeks in the summer at their place when the men went on the annual Canada fishing trip. Those were the best times. Now they all are raising their own families out in Utah. It's a great way of life out there. Jon pursued a business career right from the start. He focused on the Buffalo NY region because of it's rich industrial opportunities, and has had a hard but prosperous road to lead. He is currently operating his own corporate business that is doing well for him. He taught me hunting and fishing skills, how to project my voice, and how to throw a mean horseshoe. Bird watching was the coolest thing we did. We had a set of binoculars that could see the rings of Saturn. He didn't need the bird book. He knew them all, even by their chirp. Jon married Barb in 1992 and they raised Andrea and Laura. They live in a beautiful home in Amherst now. It's really cool. They got it decked out with all the standard comforts. It will be nice to get away to there when I can afford to take a vacation someday. |
| My Dad was great. He was alive from the days of plowing the fields with work horses up to the days of plowing dirt on Mars with a robot. He saw the war days up to the atomic era. Dad grew up on a farm in Delaware county in New York in the 1930's. He joined the navy during the forties and participated in WW2. After the war, he settled down again in central New York with Mom to raise us kids. They spent some time in Binghamton, then moved to Morris to help Gramma with her restaurant. (DeLong's Restaurant...1950 something) They ran the restaurant and a local gas station until dad sought a career in purchasing for some local corporations. My earliest memories of Dad were when he would come home from work and bring me a couple pieces of "Pal" bubble gum. As I got older I would look forward to contacting him on his CB radio in his car with my walkie-talkie out back in the field. He could reach me all the way up to the top of Patrick Hill. We went snowmobiling all over the area. He was involved in the local snowmobile club, and they would blaze miles of trials around the area. He was also involved in the American Legion (a veterans organization). Which was where I got my start in food service, as early as age 12, working in their hamburger tent at the local county fair every year. He taught me how to drive. He and Mom brought me to all my Band performances. He also helped me out a lot through life when I just couldn't make it all work. He bought me some really cool cars to help me get started. Those cars were the root of my musical career and social life. He realized the importance of that. Dad made it to the ripe old age of 74. He had an aneurysm in his stomach and passed away one night in 1996. We were all sad to see him go. |
| My Mom, she is 70+ and doin' good. Mom taught me all those things ya gotta know like keeping myself and my place cleaned up and how to tie my shoes. My Mom raised me and made me the cool guy I am today. Without her I would have been lost. I'm so glad she could see how I turned out. My Dad passed away in 1996. He was 74. |
| Mom and Dad met each other in Boston, where she grew up, when his NAVY ship had docked for repair after a kamikaze pilot blew a hole in the side. Good thing the guy missed all the bombs they were carrying. Dad was the Radio man. They assisted in the Normandy Invasion before that. He was on a Destroyer. |
