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Patricia Kangas Ktistes's avatar

Now about those old guys clearing brush. I’ll bet they had a grand time doing it and especially involving a big, bright, deafeningly loud, and violent machine to operate. Their inner lumberjacks must have been assuaged. The cold fresh air and exercise and sense of accomplishment is good.

My father Toivo Kangas (1922-2000) liked nothing better in his later years than clearing away brush. He was so enamored of this activity that he would seethe with frustration upon driving around Town on errands and seeing brush not cleared away. Even fallen trees upon wild land were not spared. They drove him nuts. “Someone should clear that up!” We had to yell at him to keep his eyes on the road. When at one point he lived near a grove of trees he’d groom the forest so beautifully; it looked like a park.

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Tom Moran's avatar

When I was a kid I used to walk up from our house on Ashby Road with gas cans to Lawlers garage as Don had a gas ⛽️ pump there and he’d sell me gas. I was only 15 and remember Reggie Withie also and knew him well as we had the same motorcycles and he taught me a lot. He was a helicopter mechanic when he was in the Army. But I used to also just go up and hang out at the garage and watch the guys working on the vehicles. Don was always really nice and didn’t seem to mind. That garage seems to attract the Moran boys to this day as my dad would stop by there and on Thursdays, my brother Billy stops in to say to Bret and the guys.

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