Pat Willhite
Sorry to hear about your Father Jeannie and the Foerster family. In 8th grade I had a crush on Jeannie and got the nerve to visit her at that great home on East Main Street. I was met at the door by this little, beautiful woman who introduced herself only as "Jo" and who immediately took me to the kitchen where Jeannie sat and made sure I ate some incredible concoction she whipped up. She made me feel very comfortable. Soon after - this giant of a man walks in and passes by me without word. Jeannie said "that's my Dad". Needless to say that warm feeling I had drained out of me. But I soon got to know Ed and he was just as wonderul a guy as Jo was a woman. I know he will be greatly missed.
Wednesday February 15, 2012 at 6:27 pm