THE GARDENER
My husband was a man of many seasons, first a son and brother, then a husband and father. during World War II, a soldier. After the war a technical writer.

HOBBIES

As the years went by he developed many interests and hobbies - enjoyed playing chess, did a comedy act and would be happy to perform at the drop of a hat, belonged to the Society of American Magicians, was sworn to secrecy and won't even tell his wife how the tricks were done.



At the height of his interest in magic his birthday was coming up, I asked, "what would you like for a birthday gift." One thing he mentioned was some magic tricks, so off I went to a joke shop in Boston. I was planning on spending about $25.00 which in those days was a lot of money. The clerk made some suggestions and what I finally purchased was A LOT OF PAPER!! What I got for my money was some small gadgets and a lot of instructions. Yes, he was happy with his gift!!

VOLUNTEER



For many years he was a volunteer for the National Park Service in Boston. Tourists would come into the office for information about where to go and how to get there. Forget the questions about The Paul Revere House or The State House. what they wanted to know was, "How do I get to "Cheers" and how far away is Filenes Basement."

THE GARDENER



With all the interests my husband had I think gardening was his passion. He could be out in the back yard for hours, planting, weeding, pulling up shrubs, replanting them somewhere else, fertilizing, putting down bark mulch, watering, you name it , he did it!

Every year he would try planting something different but was not always successful. One year he could have gotten the prize for the weirdest cucumbers.

He couldn't wait for May 30 to be able to plant tomatoes, they never disappointed, no matter what type he planted, they were always wonderful. Every year we had a bountiful crop and shared them with neighbors and friends.

I had it easy, all I had to do was go out there and take the tomatoes of the vine.

Memories, memories...

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