Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Many years ago moving to Willow Street a few houses down the street from "The Mains" on the corner of Beatie Ave, who were no relation to us, yet we had the same last name. I met Dick and Ruthie at 11 years old. I was a bit wild as a youth in the neighborhood back then. I would walk down to talk with Dick whenever he was outside, he never asked what I was doing there, just a big grin and a Hello Boy. Dick was a gentle man who would talk to me and offer me advice on any issue I asked. He talked to me as he would talk to his own son. I adored Ruthie: AKA "Mom" and Dick soon became known as Pops. Growing up, you could find me at their house anytime during the day or late evening on any given day. My own parents grew fond of Dick and Ruthie and became good friends as well. I could be found hanging out watching TV, traveling with them shopping, it was always a delight as I reflect back on my relationship with Pops. My friends would always ask me why I was always going over to their house. I realize now as I sit here how much of an impact this man known as "Pops" to me had on my life and some of my brothers as well. Over the years we some how always managed to stay in touch when I was in the service and for many years after. Although I haven't seen him in a long time, he was always on my mind. Thank you Pops for being such an important part in my life as I matured into the man that I am. You and my own Father did a wonderful job instilling values unto me and I will always hold you close to my heart. May your children find comfort knowing the love and inspiration you instilled in others.
