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Arthur Anthony Rodwell

Somerville, Tyngsboro, Massachusetts

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Arthur Anthony Rodwell of Tyngsboro Tyngsboro Mr. Arthur Anthony Rodwell of Tyngsboro, MA died Thursday, June 19, 2008 at Lowell General Hospital. Born in Orange, New Jersey on June 22, 1943, the son of the late Arthur L. Marion L. (Fontannay) Rodwell. He was a graduate of Somerville High...

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You tried to be as healthy as you could be and you should really be here right now. I read my brother Eric's entry and it made me smile because that is what I think of as well. I too remember Sunday Sunday Sunday New England Dragway and all the fun we had there. I remember lots of great 'road trips' with picnics at rest stops on picnic tables with our packaged bologna and packaged cheese, chips and cans of soda...fun food for us with overnights in hotels another cool thing to do as a kid !...

My deepest sympathies to the Rodwell family. I will remember Artie in my prayers tonight. I will always remember the good times we had at Polaroid. Knew Artie for many years, he was a man amongst men. Rest in Peace, Artie. Arthur Haskell, Lowell, MA

Summers and "family days" @ Polaroid;
Weekend getaways to the White Mountains and Indian Head;
The day you bought his first house in Lowell;
Tuesday night Drum Lessons and my allowance on Friday, $5.00 dollars(all of which was spent on video games);
Mowing the yard while you read the Sunday "funnies";
playing an occasional game of badminton and teaching me chess;
Thursday nights and "night classes" at U/Mass-Lowell;
"Sunday, Sunday, Sunday..." @ New England Dragway and...

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.