Joseph Julian Dowd

My brother Joe...
I vaguely remember the incidents actually happening, but well remember the stories. At 66 East, our family home where we all grew up, the kitchen had a door leading to the cellar stairs. One day the door was left open, and mom told me to close the cellar door. Being a very obedient 2-year old, I did exactly as I was instructed. So, with great zest and enthusiasm I slammed the door closed. Wham....!! Unfortunately, Joe was standing on the other side of door's threshold!...

Dear Aunt Judy, Christie, Laurie, and Joey + your wondeful families,

Uncle Joe was my Godfather, and as such, always had a special place in my heart.
Sadly, because my family was and is residing in New Hampshire, we didn't have the opportunity to visit very much.
At the occasional family reunion (usually held in Massachsetts) we got the chance to catch up on news and stories.
I do remember as a young teenager, my family and I visited him in Valley Stream, NY.

Dear Christie, Lauri and Joey,

We would like to share some of our memories with you about your parents, Judy and Joseph.

What wonderful and cherished friends.

We met Judy and Joe through St. Michael's Church. We were in a prayer group and called ourselves "Our New Family." This became more apparent as time went on, being transplants to Texas.

We shared in our group meetings at our homes. I remember that Joe liked coming to our home because he...