Dear Tracey and Nancy,
Lisa and I were saddened to hear of your fathers passing, I know that he and your family were going through a lot for the past months, taking care of Sam, because he was so important to all he was close to. I remember one particular incident when he and Ed Runyon were so nice to take me as a kid to the hunting club, and chase down some pheasants one fine day. I don't recall shooting any birds that day, but I do remember stopping at Ockers Barrel in North Crosswicks for cold pints of beer, actually they were poured into large plastic cups right out of the keg. Sam brought them out from the bar, one for himself and the other one for Ed, as he got into the car (I guess we didn't have any open container nonsense back then), he asked if I wanted some and he gave me a sip at the fine young age of probably 12 or so, my first taste of beer. He told me not to tell my parents or your Mom, Grandparents or anyone else in the family, so I'm spilling the beans here. I remember many afternoons in the Crosswicks kitchen anxiously waiting for the spaghetti sauce to finally be done so we could all sit down for the best spaghetti I have ever had in my life. He was a great cook, you father, who was a grandfather, a friend and we will all miss him dearly.
Bill & Lisa Stevenson