John H. Cook

My best memory of my uncle was when I was little my family would all gather into my dad's station wagon for the trip from Harrisburg to Halifax, back then it seemed like such a long trip. I remember all the flowers around the house my uncle tended to, it was so pretty. The playhouse Uncle John built for my cousin Mel that my sister and I would play in.It's hard to believe he won't be there anymore but he is tending God's garden now.