Sunday, February 28, 2021
Gerry and I grew up from being only months old and living across the street from each other, constantly in each other's company, until I left Pictou just before my 18th Birthday. We were best buddies all those years, probably because our mothers were such close friends. We lived through so many memories, much of which I hope to be able to share with his daughter, Shelley and her family, if I am invited to attend Gerry's burial later this Spring.
I lost my wife, Nancy, this past May and had been hoping to reconnect with Gerry as he was acquainted with my wife, the last time during my sister Mary's funeral (from MacLean's also) some years past.
I know we spent an amazing amount of time playing the roles of The Lone Ranger "and his faithful friend, Tonto". Gerry, being a few months older than me, claimed the right to play the white-hatted hero with the white horse named "Silver" and the six-shooter capable of firing silver bullets. I was his life-long first nation friend, Tonto, who helped him track down and capture all those bad men who inhabited our childhood's neck of the woods.
I'm sorry not to have got together with him in time for some great reminises. I'm sorry not to have been able to contact his family before now also. Perhaps at a later date.
God bless you and keep you, and much love and happy gratitude to my old "kimo sabbe".
Dan (Danny) MacDonald, formerly of 46 Church Steet.
