Monday, January 14, 2019
Abey and Joan were close with my late father, Bob, and my earliest memories of growing up in and around Wayne County are filled with recollections of Abe. I recall plenty of endless summers playing with his son Jesse in the fields around the house, shad fishing at the camp on the Delaware, and of shaking down apple trees for annual cider production.
Later, when I got a job bartending at the Waymart hotel, Abe was a welcome afternoon presence when he'd stop by after work. I'd slide what was then his signature drink, a can of Genesee with a chaser can of tomato juice down the bar, and he'd growl jokes, grouse about politics, and tell stories, and generally tell me I didn't know what I was talking about. His memories of my father helped to piece together parts of my own life that I didn't even know about. He will be missed. Much love to Joanie and the family.
