Gary Leroy Thompson

Gary is my cousin and has been around as long as I can remember. It’s rough to think about the world without Gary in it. We shared a lot of good times together. When Aunt Irene and Uncle Bud lived in an old farm house on Lawyers Road, we played together as kids. I especially recall sled riding on those 20 degree snowy days. We used a long hill next to the house. Buddy, Linda, Judy and other relatives and friends would join in. Gary and Buddy would pour water on the track the night before making for a very fast ride! I was younger than Gary and Buddy. My mother would bundle me up so much that I could hardly move. Whenever I fell off the sled I couldn’t get up so they each took an arm and brought me to my feet. Gary had a little cocker spaniel named Suzie who ran along side of the sleds. He loved the little thing and was so upset when she was hit by a car. I recall another time when Gary, Buddy and I climbed the fence at a brick and block yard. We found a rather tall tower and took turns jumping in to a huge pile of sand below us. The worst thing that happended that day was my Roy Rogers watch stopped working. Later years found Gary driving around in his green 1950 Plymouth with his girlfriend’s name, Donna, painted on the fender. We used to go to Tops Drive-in and Hot Shoppes and flirt with the girls. We had some great times. I could go on, but I’d never finish. Until we meet again my dear loved one…. when we will once again laugh together in paradise. Love, Allen