Calvin was a special person in many ways. He was a bookkeeper and very meticulous in life as well as in death. He and Mary were collectors of many things, but the most important was people. They would befriend a waiter or waitress and find out a little about them. If they were working their way through school or having a hardship, beit financial or personal, they would work through their manager and help any way possible---anonymously.
Judy was part of the Virginia Morgans so our contact was rather limited to the gathering of the clan on special holidays at the Morgan home place. She was a loving wife, mother, and sister. I never had the experiance but Hoppy told me she was also a fantastic cook. Naturally, that comes with the Morgan gene.
My first remembrance of Bill was at our farm in Weeksville. He asked my dad every question in the book that had anything to do with farming and stored it for future use. After his retirement from the Navy he bought a farm of his own in Missouri and from later emails, I think he enjoyed every day of it. He was my sparing parrtner when it came to politics but there was mutual respect on both sides. He was a good man, a loving husband, father, and grandfather.
We grew up together with our many Sunday visits or the exchange of longer visits during the summers. He inherited his dad's love of light planes and wwe spent many days together at the airport on Body Rd. He
became known as Bill later in life but he'll always be Carroll to me. Both Carroll and Bron are the closest thing to brothers I ever had and he's greatly missed.
'Aunt Martie" was actually my first cousin but I'll always refer to her as "Aunt" She and Henry traveled the world during Henry's Coast Guard days and they always came back with the most fantastic from those faraway places. She was a very talented lady. She looked for something to do while they were in Alaska so she joined a theatrical group putting on shows. She was also a budding artist who painted some very good paintings (I have a couple but the men's faces look a lot like Henry. Ha!!) If ever there was a love story, it was Martie & Henry's.
Danny was also a member of the "Virginia" Morgans and our contact was very limited during our growing up years. He was a great photographer and enjoyed his "assignment' as our photographer for the 1980 family reunion . I sat beside Danny at our last reunion breakfast at the Pond House and discovered he was a truck driver. That was right up my alley because I worked on over-the-road equipment all my life and of course that was the topic of conversation. It takes a special breed of person to drive a long distance truck. I told him to stop by the house and I'd turn it up a little for him. That produced the familiar twinkle in a truck driver's eye. Ha!! We lost him much too soon.