Monday, January 25, 2021
To Jeremy and Eric,
Skip, or Skippy as we called hm, grew up with us. (Dorothy was Pop's sister.) We would visit at Keeseville Camp or Snowden Ave., or he would come to visit us in Niskayuna a couple of miles from his house. One time Aunt Ada and Uncle Art invited us for weekend at their Sacandaga camp. She gave each of us a full mug of beer though none of us were yet eighteen. We never tattled on her. It was a great weekend hiking around and going fishing with Art. Skippy drove us to Lake Champlain with two more younger teenagers. He kept up with us through the years until my brother had some mental episodes then Keith cut contact with most people. When I was newly divorced with two little kids, Skippy reached out in sympathy. I will never forget how sweet he was. Just recently I called hm to encourage him, not knowing it would be our last contact. I will always treasure hm.
