Edward H. Harte

To the Edward H. Harte Family.
I smile for the smile that i saw on my friend, Mr. Harte's face, everytime i saw him. I smile for the many times he would come into the Comanche street library and find time to come over and tap me on the shoulder with a friendly hello. As the years passed, I continued to notice how he would, so calmly come into the library and just read. Eventually i made my way over one day and asked him if he remembered me. He looked up with a smile and said, "of course...