Harold was my good friend and lived directly across the street from me on Freda. We went to school together from grade school through collage as I recall. We were constant companions throughout. Harolds brother Norman was a bit older and the same age as my older brother Bob. They ran together in much the same vein as Harold and I. I remember Harold most often in a setting where all of us neighbor kids would be playing a serious game of some sort in the street and Harolds mother would perch herself on their porch and howl out in broken english, "Hair-oiled", you vil come in unt practice (German accent). Harold would take his time breaking away from whatever game and then we could hearing him banging away on the piano for the next hour or so; bad Motzart as I recall. A good pal for a long, long while. Rest well dear friend.
Gary Lee Ewald
Harold was my good friend and lived directly across the street from me on Freda. We went to school together from grade school through collage as I recall. We were constant companions throughout. Harolds brother Norman was a bit older and the same age as my older brother Bob. They ran together in much the same vein as Harold and I. I remember Harold most often in a setting where all of us neighbor kids would be playing a serious game of some sort in the street and Harolds mother would perch herself on their porch and howl out in broken english, "Hair-oiled", you vil come in unt practice (German accent). Harold would take his time breaking away from whatever game and then we could hearing him banging away on the piano for the next hour or so; bad Motzart as I recall. A good pal for a long, long while. Rest well dear friend.
Gary Ewaled