Don, you were my first love and sweet it was. You sent me notes in Morse Code! I still have them. When you died your brother called my mother. She didn't tell me about it until much later. I knew, from my own experience losing a sister, that he was looking for someone else who would care. I did, but I never told Ken so. You were troubled, but you lived as you wanted to I suppose. I wish you were going to be at the reunion. Perhaps we will have another...
Don was his own kind of cowboy. I saw him last, many years ago, in Mount Adams in New Dilly's basement bar. He spoke with his usual dry humor about his "shock treatments." I was only visiting from California, and now wish I had had more time to talk with him. I'll bet he is making it lively, wherever he is!
Jan B Ziegel (Taylor)
Don, you were my first love and sweet it was. You sent me notes in Morse Code! I still have them. When you died your brother called my mother. She didn't tell me about it until much later. I knew, from my own experience losing a sister, that he was looking for someone else who would care. I did, but I never told Ken so. You were troubled, but you lived as you wanted to I suppose. I wish you were going to be at the reunion. Perhaps we will have another...
David L Bratt
Don, you were my best friend, especially in the junior high years.
Jacquelyn Miller (McCowen-Rose)
Don was his own kind of cowboy. I saw him last, many years ago, in Mount Adams in New Dilly's basement bar. He spoke with his usual dry humor about his "shock treatments." I was only visiting from California, and now wish I had had more time to talk with him. I'll bet he is making it lively, wherever he is!