Carolyn Evans
In 1945 my parents purchased a farm on Charles Bartlett Rd. We moved into a neighborhood of 5 boys. We were 2 sisters 5 & 6 years old. We met Carrol, Abe and Scrubby within a few days. He was Scrubby then and now, the only way I knew his name was when his mother, tired of calling, called "GARY JOE,, come home. We played together most every day. In those days we did not have smart phones or computers, we played outside. We met each day on a bridge in front of our house. We laughed together and at each other. As we got older, our parents bought us bicycles. It was a sign we were grown-up when we could ride the bike to the top of the hill in front of the Rast house. We also had disagreements, sometimes leading to blows.
Scrubby and I continued to be friends all these years, since he built a house nearby, and married a sweet girl who is also a good friend.
I remember those times, of gravel roads and barefooted kids with a lot of emotion. I have lost a good friend whom I truly loved.
Carolyn Proctor Evans