A collection of lines from obituaries that enlarge our appreciation of the human spirit.
Friday, May 28, 2010
He danced AND he whistled. A happy soul, indeed.
Harold loved his family and friends with all of his heart, and he was a very happy soul.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I always find this phenomenon fascinating, don't you?
The two were married August 30, 1950. That union lasted sixty years until their death just 3 days apart.
Read more about Gerda Christine Janis.
Read more about Gerda Christine Janis.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
And yet another great way to go!
Plainfield - On May 15, 2010, at approximately 1:11 p.m., Kathy Lynn Kelsey Ezzel Minzy, of 300 Black Hill Rd., Plainfield, passed from this earth to other spiritual levels leaving her body surrounded by family and friends.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Played golf in winter? Now that's avid!
His hobbies, according to a thumbnail sketch he wrote some years ago, included golf, reading (mostly history), and "chasing after grandchildren." He chased his nine "little monsters" around tennis courts, golf courses, beaches, and museums; a trip to "Grampy and Nana's" by out-of-towners often included a visit to the Mystic Aquarium. He was an avid golfer until just a month before he passed away. In winter, he and his most hardy friends would play in ski caps, long johns, and neck warmers. They insisted that everyone hit their short putts, particularly when the temporary greens were icy.
Read more about the life of Paul Ives Bartholet here.
Friday, May 21, 2010
I know the feeling ...
After graduating from Fitch High School in 1940, he attended the University of Connecticut, but "found the academic environment too hostile".
Thursday, May 20, 2010
It's the simple pleasures that count.
A lovely lady, she enjoyed her outings; in particular her 'breakfast club' at Tim Horton's, her grinders at Bluff Point and her fun at the casino's.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Um, yeah, that'd be me. You?
Bernard Schoenbaum, who in hundreds of cartoons in The New Yorker needled the relatively affluent, the media-conscious, the irony-besotted and the socially competitive — in other words, the readers of The New Yorker — died on May 7 at his home in Whitestone, Queens. He was 89.
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