Albert J. Smith

At least once a week, too many years ago, the phone would ring and upon answering I would hear "This is AL Smith, is your dad home?". My father was a carpenter and I quickly learned that this man with the kind voice (who was more than patient with a teenager) was my fathers Guardian Angel in the building business. He was professional, courteous, and just an all around good family man. Mr Smith ("call me 'Al'") often had to wait for my dad to come in and would chat with me about his family...

Sylvia and Family - So sorry to hear of Al's passing. A remembrance of him when we were at Inlet Valley School. He and I had some sort of fuss and brother Paul jumped in the middle of it and the three of us had to sit outside for a time. What fun days at the old school.