Dad Sherlock has been to 2 PawSox games this season, both time the team won. Maybe the family should write Ben Mondor a letter to let him know about Dad's record and try to work out a deal.
Dad and Steve took in the game today after visiting with one of his doctors. The check up went well. All the numbers are good and within the range. The one plus is that when she sees him in 3 months, she has elected not to do a full set of blood work. He can avoid a pin prick and giving up several vials.
Of the final score today was 6-4. The losing team the Yankee Triple AAA franchise from Scranton/Wilkes-Barre.
Deena, Millie, Dick, and Kristy pose at the beginning of the party held Saturday night at River Falls in Woonsocket.
It must be pointed out that other stories of the origin of Taps exist. A popular one is that of a Northern boy who was killed fighting for the south. His father, Robert Ellicombe a Captain in the Union Army, came upon his son's body on the battlefield and found the notes to Taps in a pocket of the dead boy's Confederate uniform. When Union General Daniel Sickles heard the story, he had the notes sounded at the boy's funeral. There is no evidence to back up the story or the existence of Captain Ellicombe. As with many other customs, this solemn tradition continues today. Although Butterfield merely revised an earlier bugle call, his role in producing those 24 notes gives him a place in the history of music as well as the history of war.Read the full story of the origin of Taps here.
Over 55 Patriot Guard Riders showed up to honor Jean H Joyal with a brief and moving ceremony on the Westbrook, CT green on Saturday.
The Joyal Family is thankful for the outpouring of support.
More photos to follow.
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 SHERLOCK, JOHN F. JR. ESQ., 90, of Robert St, Pawtucket died Saturday, May 30, 2009.He was the husband of the late Leora A. (Balkcom) Sherlock. Mr. Sherlock was born in Pawtucket, the son of the late John F. and Mary A. (King) Sherlock Sr. He was a Lt. Colonel in the United States Army serving in Europe during WWII. Mr. Sherlock was an Attorney in the City of Pawtucket for many years. He is survived by his children John F. Sherlock III and his wife Karen of McLean VA, Matthew P. Sherlock and his wife Patricia of Seekonk MA, Mark P. Sherlock and his wife Paige of Pawtucket, Lauren Petrucelli and her husband Joseph of Duxbury MA, Moira Walker and her husband Ron , and Lisa Roberts and her husband Chris, both of Swansea MA, his brothers Gerald Sherlock of Smithfield, Henry Sherlock of Providence, his sisters, Martina Higgins of Narraganset, Angela Brousseau of Wakefield and Helene Mainor of North Kingston, 13 grandchilden and several nieces and nephews. Mr. Sherlock was the father of the late Leora Costa and the brother of the late Paul Sherlock, Edward Sherlock and M. Frances Campbell The funeral for Mr. Sherlock will be Thursday at 9:00am from the MANNING-HEFFERN FUNERAL HOME, 68 Broadway, Pawtucket, with a Mass of Christian Burial in St. Marys Church, Coyle Drive Seekonk at 10:00am. His burial with full Military Honors will be in Mt. St. Marys Cemetery, Pawtucket. The calling hours will be Wednesday 4-7pm in the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Leora Costa Scholarship Fund C/O RI Hospital 169 Point St, Providence RI, 02903 or Beacon Hospice 1 Catamore Blvd, East Providence RI 02914 in Mr. Sherlocks memory. For online condolences please visit www.manningheffern.com | ||
My father would not want a eulogy so I will be brief, I have one story to tell.Peter told a simple and effective story. As we filed out of the church, both Dolores and I left with a quarter. A reminder to have faith.
(Turning to Father Morse.) You mentioned faith earlier. This story is about faith.
I do not recall exactly how the conversation started. Dad and I were sitting at the table talking. You know he had always been self-employed. There were five of us kids, all less than 10 years old at the time. He did not have work at the moment. It was Tuesday. He did not have another job lined up to paint for someone or do carpentry. The rent was due on Friday. We needed to eat. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a quarter. That's all I have, he said.
What are we going to do? What is going to happen? I said.
I have faith, he said. It will work out. Not sure how, but I have faith it will.
On Wednesday he got a call to do some work. That work provided the money for the rent and food.
He had faith. A quarter, and faith.
I have put a bunch of quarters in a jar at the door to the church. Please take one as you leave. Think of my father, Jean Joyal, and how he had faith. May the quarter remind you to have faith.
Thank you!
