Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Ernest was my favorite neighbor when I was growing up on Regent Crescent. I had my very first garden tomato from his backyard garden - and to this day when I pick tomatoes in my own backyard garden, I think of him and that tomato he gave me. It was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, and I still eat the first tomato of the season the same way he introduced it to me: sliced on a piece of bread, with some cheese on top and under the broiler.
I last saw Ernest and Cheryl in January 2016, at my father's funeral. It was both a shock and a joy to see them again - the shock of course of my father's sudden death, and the joy of course of seeing our dear former neighbors. My dad always boasted that he had the best neighbors in the world, and having those precious neighbors there to support and grieve with us long after they had moved away validated everything my dad had believed. Ernest was a good person through and through. Godspeed.
Karen Tang-Wai Sutton
Mars, PA USA
