Jack Howe

Jack was my next door neighbor when I was a little kid. His daughter Jeanine and I used to play at each other's homes, climbing trees and eating graham crackers. My memory of Jack is as him being fairly stern but friendly. I know my parents had the highest respect for he and his wife Peggy. What I remember most about Jack was his lawn. Scrupulous would be an understatement. After mowing and raking, he would...wait for it...VACUUM his yard. Every blade was exquisitely cared for. And yet, it...

Dear Peggy, Greg, Linda and Families,
My memories of this man are of a strong role model during my growing up years in The Dalles. He lived such a good and useful life. I am thinking about all of you and wishing Richmond, VA wasn't so far from where I'd like to be on March 3rd. My love to you all.
Susan (Wheeler) Massey