John William Anderson

As John's former neighbor, I remember many an evening when he would sit out on his front stoop-surrounded by children from our neighborhood. Regaling them with stories of his youth. Some true, some fantastical. He had one of our daughters convinced if she planted a popsicle stick in his vegetable garden, a popsicle tree would grow. She would check on it every day. It never grew, but somehow there was always an abundance of popsicles at his house. Life has a little less magic in it now...

I was so sorry to see that John had passed away. Had some good times with Mary Ann and John. My thoughts are prayers are with all of you