Mary Eleanor (Morrow) Sweeney

I have many fond memories of the house on Truckey St. We had a cottage up near Raber and we would go there for the summer. No matter how busy Aunt Eleanor was, she always had time to sit down and chat. There could be 18 things going on around her but she had a way of making you feel important and comfortable in her home. I can remember this really special chocolate cake she would make with the peanut butter frosting. Yummmm. She was so good about keeping in touch too. She would call me every year to see how my family was doing. It was always so good to hear from her.

When I would come up in high school, I would usually bring a friend. Dennis was always there with a smile and would end up taking my friend on a date. It seemed like every girlfriend I brought up fell for Dennis :)

I can remember one summer bringing Kathleen down state to stay for a while but after a couple of days, she got homesick and I think Dad ended up taking her back. I think things were just too quiet in a family of three and she missed all her siblings.

September 25, 2003:

My Father, Duncan, or Dunc as most people called him was a wonderful man. He made friends easily and was very well liked by those who knew him. Even though he only had a 7th grade education, he was able to become a tool and dye maker. he was very mathematically inclined and made a good living along with having an ability to invest well in the stock market. i have many fond memories of my dad. he used to be dropped off by his coworkers at the end of our street and I can remember running full tilt to the end of the street into his arms to be twirled around several times before being set down.

There was one year that I told him I wanted to go deer hunting with him. he said okay and took me up north and told me to walk the outer edge of the woods and it would scare the deer into where he was in in the middle of the woods. He failed to tell me how long we were going to be doing this little stunt and after about 1/2 hour , I got scared and started yelling form hi. He came out and said simply "This is the last time we do this."

He was very ill with lung cancer right before my wedding and wanted very much to give me away. He couldn't hold on though and died 3 days before my wedding. Everyone told me to continue with the wedding but in retrospect, I'm not sure that was the best decision as I grieved on my honeymoon.

My parents were divorced in 1966. My father remarried Barb Ledbetter and was married for 5 years before he died. My mother remarried Ken Fischer and retired to Lake Ann. Ken died of a heart attack in 1986. She married Bert King in 1988 and they are still married and living in Canada.