So sad to find out about John's passing. We were part of the Armonk group. I tried to reach out to John about ten years ago but it didn't work. I now find the we lived only a couple miles apart during the early 70's in Massachusetts. I'll raise a glass to you John..Doug Cassens
I am very sad. John was an indelible part of my childhood. Along with Becky, he was almost the first person I knew and played with when I moved to Armonk in fourth grade. He lived at the very bottom of Wago Avenue, where the bus stop for us kids from up the hill was, and I spent most dark, pre-dawn mornings of grade school and beyond with him under the huge weeping willow on their corner. He was nice, and funny, and unpretentious even though he was the son of the chief of police, and not a bully (an important quality in the eyes of girls). We played together a lot in those early years. (And who can forget Chief Hergenhan getting onto the bus home from P'ville one afternoon to warn us not to take any funny Mary Jane cigarettes that might be offered to us by people from the big city. John was pretty embarrassed. Such simpler times in hindsight.) Rest well, dear friend. May you see flocks of angels ...
John and I shared a birthday -- May 8 -- and until last year when he died in February, we called each other on our mutual birthdays. So we kept in touch over the years and I came to know his wife, Laura, who is a truly wonderful woman. I just spoke with her last week and if you are interested in contacting her, I have their address and phone number. John was gruff on the outside but inside he was a generous and loving and kind man. His wife and kids and grandchildren adored him. He was a lover of nature and planted his property in Massachusetts with hundreds of daffodils, which he would cut and deliver to his church on Easter each year. He has three kids and lots of grandchildren to keep Laura company. One of my memories of John -- who was always into mischief -- was that as a Jr. High kid in Armonk, he brought cider into school and kept it in his locker until it fermented and then drank fully and staggered around until his "stash" was discovered. He was also a great collector of WWII memorabilia and when a friend of mine, whose father served in WWII died, she gave me his uniform to send on to John. Rest in peace, good and generous soul.
Doug Cassens
So sad to find out about John's passing. We were part of the Armonk group. I tried to reach out to John about ten years ago but it didn't work. I now find the we lived only a couple miles apart during the early 70's in Massachusetts. I'll raise a glass to you John..Doug Cassens
Frances Reed
I am very sad. John was an indelible part of my childhood. Along with Becky, he was almost the first person I knew and played with when I moved to Armonk in fourth grade. He lived at the very bottom of Wago Avenue, where the bus stop for us kids from up the hill was, and I spent most dark, pre-dawn mornings of grade school and beyond with him under the huge weeping willow on their corner. He was nice, and funny, and unpretentious even though he was the son of the chief of police, and not a bully (an important quality in the eyes of girls). We played together a lot in those early years. (And who can forget Chief Hergenhan getting onto the bus home from P'ville one afternoon to warn us not to take any funny Mary Jane cigarettes that might be offered to us by people from the big city. John was pretty embarrassed. Such simpler times in hindsight.) Rest well, dear friend. May you see flocks of angels ...
Susan Thompson
John and I shared a birthday -- May 8 -- and until last year when he died in February, we called each other on our mutual birthdays. So we kept in touch over the years and I came to know his wife, Laura, who is a truly wonderful woman. I just spoke with her last week and if you are interested in contacting her, I have their address and phone number. John was gruff on the outside but inside he was a generous and loving and kind man. His wife and kids and grandchildren adored him. He was a lover of nature and planted his property in Massachusetts with hundreds of daffodils, which he would cut and deliver to his church on Easter each year. He has three kids and lots of grandchildren to keep Laura company. One of my memories of John -- who was always into mischief -- was that as a Jr. High kid in Armonk, he brought cider into school and kept it in his locker until it fermented and then drank fully and staggered around until his "stash" was discovered. He was also a great collector of WWII memorabilia and when a friend of mine, whose father served in WWII died, she gave me his uniform to send on to John. Rest in peace, good and generous soul.