Buddy and I were best friends throughout elementary school. I was often invited to his house after school and it was always fun. He taught me how to pitch a curve ball, how to tie flies, how to play war and sneak through the woods, and all sorts of thing that a brother would teach his sister. I was always the only girl at his birthday party. Several times I rode a friend's horse across town to his house and we had a few races to see who was faster, the horse, or Buddy on his bike. Buddy usually won! Fishing was a shared pleasure. He taught me lots about how to find a good place and other fishing tips. On the day of the Worcester tornado in 1953 we had ridden our bikes to the Charles River and were having a great time and good luck catching a few small fish. Suddenly we heard a police cruiser and several cars descending on us! We, of course, had not heard that a tornado was headed our way and our parents were frantic. We were just disappointed that our fishing had been cut short.
Buddy was one of the kindest people I knew and, in retrospect, I trusted his friendship. He was patient and imaginative - always cooking up a new adventure. Every once in a while he would leave a trinket in my desk at school and smiled at me when I found it. We drifted apart in Jr High and after High School I heard he had gone to the Cape. Wish I knew who you grew up to be, Buddy, and what happened. Thanks for the memories my childhood friend.
Karen Paulsen (Buchanan-Parker)
Buddy and I were best friends throughout elementary school. I was often invited to his house after school and it was always fun. He taught me how to pitch a curve ball, how to tie flies, how to play war and sneak through the woods, and all sorts of thing that a brother would teach his sister. I was always the only girl at his birthday party. Several times I rode a friend's horse across town to his house and we had a few races to see who was faster, the horse, or Buddy on his bike. Buddy usually won! Fishing was a shared pleasure. He taught me lots about how to find a good place and other fishing tips. On the day of the Worcester tornado in 1953 we had ridden our bikes to the Charles River and were having a great time and good luck catching a few small fish. Suddenly we heard a police cruiser and several cars descending on us! We, of course, had not heard that a tornado was headed our way and our parents were frantic. We were just disappointed that our fishing had been cut short.
Buddy was one of the kindest people I knew and, in retrospect, I trusted his friendship. He was patient and imaginative - always cooking up a new adventure. Every once in a while he would leave a trinket in my desk at school and smiled at me when I found it. We drifted apart in Jr High and after High School I heard he had gone to the Cape. Wish I knew who you grew up to be, Buddy, and what happened. Thanks for the memories my childhood friend.