I knew Charlie and I lament in his passing, he was a friend. The white house up the hill on New Hope street where we gathered on our bikes as boys, played ball, had fun. It is not all for naught as I have vivid memories of the joys of many moments spent with my friend. The ages ever reduce our physical being but nature permits us to remember those treasured moments of friendship. Rest Charlie.
Dennis E. Schrope
I knew Charlie and I lament in his passing, he was a friend. The white house up the hill on New Hope street where we gathered on our bikes as boys, played ball, had fun. It is not all for naught as I have vivid memories of the joys of many moments spent with my friend. The ages ever reduce our physical being but nature permits us to remember those treasured moments of friendship. Rest Charlie.