James Bartlett
Remember the good times my friend. Your Mom was pretty remarkable. Living with 4 boys and your Dad had to be a chore. Yet she was always smiling, happy and enthusiastic about her family and her friends. It is funny how some things stick in your mind, and for me, I always think about the time I stayed over night at your house on Clearview when we were about 8 or 9 years old. Your Dad got up and walked across the kitchen in his fruit of the loom briefs, scratched himself and said, Alice, did you make any coffee? Alice was preparing our breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast. She apologized because she had no milk, and used egg nog instead. Your Dad put ketchup on his eggs. I remember your home phone number 885-5840. Lot's of memories, pal, and with your Mom they are all good. I know you'll miss her. Just remember to think about the things that make you smile.