John was one of the most down-to-earth people I have ever known. Even though he came from a privileged family, all he ever wanted was his own cow (if you can believe that). We even spent a night sleeping in the barn in anticipation but it got cold and started raining so we sneaked back into the house, dripping wet. Everybody was his "buddy-buddy". I often still fondly remember him.
Gosh, how the world continues to turn, and how we miss so many things in life. But we still have many memories. John played a very important role in my life. John's father took John, Dickie Agee, and me on a weekend trip via the Monon train to Chicago where I discovered so many new things. John and I "borrowed" a car and drove over to see Betsy Kite, and went horseback riding together with Betsy Kite. We also made a "deal" with John's father to sell the 15,000 damper keys stored in their barn and make a projected profit of $30,000. Then John got sick with lukemia. I visited John every week. Lukemia was a horrible disease, relentlessly sapping the energy from John. John's goal was to be able to walk down the stairs on Christmas morning. This was my first experience with death, and I have tears in my eyes as I write this over 60 years later. I still have the two antique pistols John's mother gave me to remember John by. A free spirit lost forever, except in our memories, where John lives still.
Philip Mygatt
John was one of the most down-to-earth people I have ever known. Even though he came from a privileged family, all he ever wanted was his own cow (if you can believe that). We even spent a night sleeping in the barn in anticipation but it got cold and started raining so we sneaked back into the house, dripping wet. Everybody was his "buddy-buddy". I often still fondly remember him.William Morris (Morris)
Gosh, how the world continues to turn, and how we miss so many things in life. But we still have many memories. John played a very important role in my life. John's father took John, Dickie Agee, and me on a weekend trip via the Monon train to Chicago where I discovered so many new things. John and I "borrowed" a car and drove over to see Betsy Kite, and went horseback riding together with Betsy Kite. We also made a "deal" with John's father to sell the 15,000 damper keys stored in their barn and make a projected profit of $30,000. Then John got sick with lukemia. I visited John every week. Lukemia was a horrible disease, relentlessly sapping the energy from John. John's goal was to be able to walk down the stairs on Christmas morning. This was my first experience with death, and I have tears in my eyes as I write this over 60 years later. I still have the two antique pistols John's mother gave me to remember John by. A free spirit lost forever, except in our memories, where John lives still.
WEM