May God bless you and your...
I remember Eldred fondly, from the old Windsong Days. I still have a White Stag stretch mock turleneck he gave me, for skiing, when I was in the ninth grade, more than forty years ago. I can still feel his brush cut hair. Karen and I used to sneak up on him while he was sunbathing, and rub our hands across it. He would pretend to be asleep, then jump up and chase us up all over the yard. He was a young man then, only a few years out of college.
One time we went up to Mt. Snow, where he...
Jennifer Day
September 04, 2013


