George Haughton
So many memories of my Uncle Bill, but where to start. Living next to him, my Aunt Fern, and my cousins Billy and Dave (along with my brothers Dave and Wick and our parents), THAT was our neighborhood. There were two homes, a restaurant, a gas station (Gulf then Esso), and a lumberyard (later, a beer distributor). As Uncle Bill described nearly 40 years later, “You were five little boys that were the terror of Large, Pennsylvania...always up to no good.” But we always listened to Uncle Bill. He was strong, muscular, and someone you didn’t want to mess with. I came to that conclusion one day when I saw him push a large dead tree down to the ground—with his bare hands. Both impressive and scary at the same time. Anyway, he will be missed by all of us. I’ve included a few pictures of him, his wife Fern, Fern’s parents, and others (the one of him by the barbecue is the same day he pushed over the tree). Love to all, George Haughton