Earle "Scotty" F. L. Scott

Dear Karen,
I just heard the news today and am deeply sorry for your loss. Scotty was my best friend for years and our last conversation was in April. I am going to miss him always, but will remember the funny, good times we had together.
My mother Lorraine, and Angela and Christopher seed you, Karen, our deepest sympathies. God bless you, always.

Dad,

We love and miss you dearly. But I want you to know that Karen, Dave and Baby Scotty are going to be care of and I will give them extra hugs and kisses for you. You're in my thoughts daily and I miss your bright smile and hugs that you gave to me with openheartedness. I know you're spirit is watching over us too as we are family and we are all her for each other in one form or another. Love...

I met him only one time. He was Mr. Scott to me in the 90s. He was Dave's Dad and even now, 20+ years later I remember thinking how he HAD to be Dave's Dad. He was witty, not easily irritated by our teenage stupidity,smiling and friendly. His son has always been the guy that I think of and smile and, I am sure that Mr. Scott was that same person to many, many people; the one you think of and can't help but smile.

Sincere and heartfelt sympathies to all of you.

i had one off scottys first high bikes when we grew up around whites park. had alot of great times in the air flying in his plane.i will miss him alot.he was a true friend.

I 1st remember meeting Scotty back in the early to mid 1960's.. He was a couple years older than me. I was a frequent fixture in the family home on the corner of Rumford St and Washington streets. We used to build the darnedest "bicycles" with seats that were 8ft off the ground and build "flaming" sailboats for white's park pond. What characters we were.

My sincerest condolances to all.

One of the things when I was a kid that amazed me about my Dad was that we could go into any store in town and it always seemed that everyone there knew my Dad. Cries of "Hey Scotty" ringing through the air. My brother has grown up to be just like him... that same open hearted, good natured, loving kind of man. I remember when he was living in Bear Brook State Park with his friend Dale, neither of them could cook. My brother and I ate a lot of buttered spaghetti ! I remember the sled my...

Karen,
I just heard about Scotty last evening, it's hard to find words. I have a note in my daytimer to call him today. (15th). I hadn't seen Scotty in at least 20 years and a few months ago he called me out of the blue. We've been in touch, through the phone (I'm in Arkansas) almost every week since then. We had planned to get together in N.H. In June. I'm not much of a phone person but I looked forward to talking to Scotty. We talked of things we did together when we were in our late...

Karen, so sorry to hear about Scotty. He was the best of the true originals. My lasting image of him is standing in the pool smiling from ear to ear. Remember the lawn mower ride he took us on? He will not be forgotten, nor will your love and kindness to him.