Kenneth Bryan Phelps

I am so incredibly sorry for your loss.

My name is Amy. I grew up on O'Brecht Road and met the Phelps' when they moved there around 1970. Sharon and I became fast friends and have remained close throughout the years. My memories of "Kenny" are from that time. In my mind he's still that tall, skinny boy. I have so many memories of playing at their house. Of course, as typical kids, Sharon and I did not want Kenny bothering us and messing up our stuff when we were playing with our Barbies or playing school. So there was lots of fussing that went on between all of us; like brothers and sisters do.

I also have memories of Mr. and Mrs. Phelps packing all of us kids in their station wagon and taking us to Hershey Park amusement park for the day. Sharon and I were able to go off on our own to ride the big rides and Kenny and Keith did the same ; while the 2 little girls, Marcy and Charlene stayed with their parents to ride the little rides. We would all meet up back at the station wagon at lunch time to eat the picnic lunch (sandwiches) that they had packed and then we would go off again until evening time and then would drive home after dark.

I'm not sure how important these memories are for me to share, but I wanted to let you know that they are important to me. I have always had fondness in my heart for all of the Phelps' and I always will. My heart is broken for all of you and all I can offer is my sympathy and love. And I hope that in some small way knowing that Kenny's life touched so many people; even people that you may not even know that it in some small way is a tiny source of comfort.