I have many fond family memories of Uncle Butch. Christmas at my parents house was almost a guarantee to to fill the house with additional laughter with his presence. One year, he had picked up one of Shari's friend's and threw her in the snow. He was full of life and always had a smile on his face. Although we were young, one of the few times in life that I did not see him being jovial was as PapPap's funeral. Decades had passed without seeing him. My sisters, Shari,Stay and I had all relocated out of state. We would frequently ask of him. My Mother still carried on her role of "Big Sister" as she wanted to look out for him and was always concerned of his well being. When our Mother, Zona, passed away, it was beyond heart warming to see Uncle Butch at her funeral. We were reunited with recollections and laughs. Monica, Jennifer, Teresa and Brian, one thing clearly stands out from that time spent with your Father, he LOVED y'all so very very much. He was so incredibly proud of each and everyone of you and his grandchildren too. His eyes glistened and his dimple was so prominent as he was smiling ear to ear when he spoke of you.In my Mother's childhood photo albums, I have several photos of our Dad and My Mom along with one of the most precious pics of your Dad with Santa, he was probably about 4 or 5 in this picture. I would love to send these to you. Please ask Mark for my contact information. My deepest condolences. R.I.P Uncle Butch. You were very loved by your nieces.
I was going to write a few words about roy,then I thought, If you know roy, you know a few words would not do it, roy was a very good friend, too many good times to count, sometimes he would have you so mad you could hit the wall, but could not stay mad at him long, he had a infectious smile that would not let you, after I met roy at the pna, I was talking to my mom, and told her I met him, she laughed and asked me if he said anything about her giving him a black eye, of course no, she told me they was in high school on the bus coming home after a football game, he was hitting on her, and she ended up punching him in the eye, I could not wait to see him and ask, told him the story, he looked at me, then looked away and said no, I don't remember that, sorry roy, love you like a brother, but I am going with mom on this one, love you mom, we went to many bowling tournaments, he always knew how to make friends, we bowled right outside of buffalo n.y. , everyone would go to the host club, roy would walk in first, and before any of us could say anything, he would ask loudly, do you guys have a pro football team around here, everyone at the bar turned and looked at us, but within 10 minutes roy would have those guys buying us drinks and talking sports, we always had a great time, we won first place in west end by one pin, roy said it was because of him, and we all laughed roy was in my wedding to the love of my life, tracy, roy also used to run around with her grand father little biily, Donny ross and pinky, roy and billy started me drinking plinky, that was 25 years ago, and I still do, roy was a little guy with a big heart, and could make friends with anyone, he could always make us laugh, and willing to help at a moments notice, we will all miss him, but not forget him, love you like a brother
I was going to write a few words about roy,then I thought, If you know roy, you know a few words would not do it, roy was a very good friend, too many good times to count, sometimes he would have you so mad you could hit the wall, but could not stay mad at him long, he had a infectious smile that would not let you, after I met roy at the pna, I was talking to my mom, and told her I met him, she laughed and asked me if he said anything about her giving him a black eye, of course no, she told me they was in high school on the bus coming home after a football game, he was hitting on her, and she ended up punching him in the eye, I could not wait to see him and ask, told him the story, he looked at me, then looked away and said no, I don't remember that, sorry roy, love you like a brother, but I am going with mom on this one, love you mom, we went to many bowling tournaments, he always knew how to make friends, we bowled right outside of buffalo n.y. , everyone would go to the host club, roy would walk in first, and before any of us could say anything, he would ask loudly, do you guys have a pro football team around here, everyone at the bar turned and looked at us, but within 10 minutes roy would have those guys buying us drinks and talking sports, we always had a great time, we won first place in west end by one pin, roy said it was because of him, and we all laughed roy was in my wedding to the love of my life, tracy, roy also used to run around with her grand father little biily, Donny ross and pinky, roy and billy started me drinking plinky, that was 25 years ago, and I still do, roy was a little guy with a big heart, and could make friends with anyone, he could always make us laugh, and willing to help at a moments notice, we will all miss him, but not forget him, love you like a brother
We've been neighbors for 13 years! Roy always watched out for the neighborhood kids. We shared a yard, our garden goodies, and a love for the Pirates. He always knew the goings-on and would keep us company while we were working in the yard. He will be missed!
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It is with great sorrow that I read that "Butch" passed. I grew up with him two doors away as I lived at 1555 Virginia Avenue and walked to grade school, Junior High and high school with him. I also remember Zona very well. To this day I really didn't know his name was Roy as it was always Butch to me as I was also called Butch. After high school we went our separate ways, him to the Navy and me to college and the Air Force and didn't see each other after that as I got married and eventually moved out of state. I'm sure it's been every bit of 50+ years. since we saw each other. Some things I fondly remember. I remember going to Evans Store across the street and paying 5 cents for a pack of cards, then "flipping" cards on his front porch. If he "flipped" a head and I matched his card I got his card and if I didn't, he got my card. I remember having a baseball score book and we would sit on the steps of the porch and listen to the Pirate games and fill out the scorebook as the game progressed. We also played a baseball game that used dice, but I can't remember much of how it went. Also remember drawing a big circle in his backyard and shooting marbles. In the mornings, in the summers, I would go down the alley and stand in the backyard and hollow "Hey Butch" as his room was right above the kitchen. On cold days. when I would stop to meet him for school I would wait in the dining room and stand on top of a gigantic (seemed like it at the time) grate and feel the heat from the furnace coming through it. Remember his dad putting up a basketball goal on the side of the garage and we played basketball there many, many days. There was not a blade of grass in the backyard back then. I remember his dad's hunting dogs that were penned on the front side of the garage. I could go on and on and on but I digress. Please accept my condolences. He was a great friend growing up.
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