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Harry Meredith, who ran a gas
station in Alderson was a wonderful person to me. Harry had two sons
and he treated me a young skinny nobody as though I was somebody. He
always welcomed me into his station, I could sit inside the station
as long as I wanted or sit outside as long as needed. Harry always
talked to me about living, about family, and values. After I went
away to school in the summer I would reconnect with Harry. I got
married with no money by a lone preacher with only my wife and
myself, but when we returned to Alderson Harry cut her some red
roses and she has never forgotten that. The last time I came back to
Alderson, Harry was present only in my fond memories. He, is greatly
missed and I believe he will be rewarded for his great kindness and
beautiful spirit. May God let me see you Harry, across the bridge in
the next life. |
