My remembrance of Leo Vale Sr.
Mr. Vale was always around when we were growing up. I would come to the house with Cindy or Bob, and Mr. Vale would be sitting on the front stoop or in the living room. “Hi, Mr. Vale”, but he would not speak, sometimes he would nod or he would just look. Sometimes we would see him walking on 19th Street, or leaning on the fence on Sidney St. across from Eichley’s. He always seemed to be around, quietly watching. Even when we would be down the river having one of our youthful adventures, walking dogs or doing things we weren’t supposed to do like smoking cigarettes, all of a sudden there would be Mr. Vale walking near the railroad tracks. He would see us but never say anything. He was a silent sentinel of the neighborhood, right there when you did not expect him. I will always remember The Shadow.
Dear Cindy, Susan, Leo, Jim, and dearly departed brother Bob, I will hold the memory of your dad dear to me along with my memories of Loretta.