I remember Brad so well. I think because he was one of the boys in my kindergarden carpool. Actually, it was all boys ( yuck ) and me. Brad was alway nice to me, when some of the others weren't!! He had a great laugh that would get a group going.
I remember Brad being at my house on Wednesday nights. He would drop his brother off at religion and then wait to pick him up. I wonder if he was suppose to be at religion too? Brad was a great friend and I still often think of him.
I REMEMBER THE LOOK IN BRAD'S EYE WHEN YOU KNOW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING. HE WAS ALWAYS WORKING SOME KIND OF ANGLE.
BRAD AND HIS BUDDIES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, LIKED TO PULL SOME PRANKS ON ME IN SHOP CLASS. LIKE GRAVEL IN MY HUB CAPS. AND THE "CUT OFF" LINES ON THE STUDS OF THE STORAGE BUILDING I WAS MAKING. I DIDN'T FIND MUCH HUMOR IN THESE THINGS THEN, BUT LOOKING BACK, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A KICK OUT OF IT IF I WERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE JOKE.
I REMEMBER HEADING HOME AFTER A FRIDAY FOOTBALL GAME AND SEEING THE FLASHING LIGHTS ON WHITE-COPPESS ROAD AND WONDERING WHAT THE TROUBLE WAS. SADLY I FOUND OUT THE TRAGEDY THAT HAD OCCURRED THE NEXT MORNING. YOU TALK ABOUT DISBELIEF. I STILL TODAY CANNOT DRIVE NEAR THERE AND NOT THINK ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED.
BRAD, YOU ARE GREATLY MISSED.
BRAD IS BURIED IN TEEGARDEN CEMETERY, WEST OF ANSONIA. HE IS IN THE NORTHEAST CORNER OF THE CEMETERY.
Stacy Waggoner (Poeppelman)
I remember Brad so well. I think because he was one of the boys in my kindergarden carpool. Actually, it was all boys ( yuck ) and me. Brad was alway nice to me, when some of the others weren't!! He had a great laugh that would get a group going.Lori Mestemaker (Keller)
I remember Brad being at my house on Wednesday nights. He would drop his brother off at religion and then wait to pick him up. I wonder if he was suppose to be at religion too? Brad was a great friend and I still often think of him.Eric Mescher
MEMORIES OF BRAD.I REMEMBER THE LOOK IN BRAD'S EYE WHEN YOU KNOW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING. HE WAS ALWAYS WORKING SOME KIND OF ANGLE.
BRAD AND HIS BUDDIES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, LIKED TO PULL SOME PRANKS ON ME IN SHOP CLASS. LIKE GRAVEL IN MY HUB CAPS. AND THE "CUT OFF" LINES ON THE STUDS OF THE STORAGE BUILDING I WAS MAKING. I DIDN'T FIND MUCH HUMOR IN THESE THINGS THEN, BUT LOOKING BACK, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A KICK OUT OF IT IF I WERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE JOKE.
I REMEMBER HEADING HOME AFTER A FRIDAY FOOTBALL GAME AND SEEING THE FLASHING LIGHTS ON WHITE-COPPESS ROAD AND WONDERING WHAT THE TROUBLE WAS. SADLY I FOUND OUT THE TRAGEDY THAT HAD OCCURRED THE NEXT MORNING. YOU TALK ABOUT DISBELIEF. I STILL TODAY CANNOT DRIVE NEAR THERE AND NOT THINK ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED.
BRAD, YOU ARE GREATLY MISSED.
BRAD IS BURIED IN TEEGARDEN CEMETERY, WEST OF ANSONIA. HE IS IN THE NORTHEAST CORNER OF THE CEMETERY.