Kristyn Schrader
Living down the road from "Uncle Lawrence" (as we called him on Linden St.), I remember how much I loved the smell of his pipe and how the neighborhood kids were always welcome to come over to his house and swing on the porch swing. My personal favorite memory is that he gave me a silver dollar when I lost my front tooth (which was a huge deal to a 7-yr old). He will be missed, but never forgotten.

