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As I look back on my "Collection" of beer mugs, I never thought about collecting them. Whenever I just ran across one I liked, I just bought it. After I had fifteen or twenty mugs, I continued picking them up to remember the occasion. Only after having acquired fifty or sixty did I start buying them in yard sales and antique stores to add to my "Collection". Some Guinness was spilt on the bathroom - floor. When the pub was shut for the night, out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse that stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy foam from the - floor. - Then back on his haunches he sat, and all night long you could hear the mouse roar, "bring on the goddam cat!"

This memoir is dedicated to and written for all our children and grandchildren by a man who was Dad, David, and Pop-pop. He was a man who believed in pursuing an interest to a point as close to perfection as he felt he could attain, then moving on to the next. He lived life to the fullest and has now moved on. From Mastuxet and Princeton, to Gardner Lake, Aeropagus and Thalassa with stops in Pontrieux, my dear husband is on his way to Paradise by way of Kensal Green. Some say the mark of a truly good person lies in their ability to positively influence those around them. Knowing David for 30 years, I know this to be not merely reflective of repeated glimpses into many moments of his life, but seemingly the essence of his very being. Many knew Davide by the various titles he held, most notably husband, father, "Pop-Pop" and sage advisor, but I knew him best as "friend," unconditionally and unwavering. Being aware of the humanity of David and of us all, I know he couldn't possibly have been perfect, but you know, right now I honestly can't think of one flaw in this, a life well-lived. I hope that those closest to him are comforted by the many memories he left us, and strive to live a purposeful life as he did. Goodbye my friend, until we meet again. - Brian

All genealogy buffs will say, "I wish I had become interested in this while my grandparents were alive." I only knew one great-grandmother, but she died when I was six years old, and I only remember an old lady wearing a long, dark dress. I ended up with photographs that filtered down to me over the years. I have become the repository for information and photos for those younger ones who are just now beginning the work. I am willing to share what I have collected. It is interesting to me to meet relatives from all over the United States. While collecting genealogy records, I became aware of stories of ancestor's lives and found military records of many men. I decided to write a book about our ancestors, so that you and other relatives in the future will know us. I also wanted to document the sacrifice of our military men, so they will not be forgotten. I found many stories I could write, but I chose a few from my family and also my husband's family to share with you.