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Patty, Susie and Dick invite our cousins, family and Halcyon friends to our FAMILY and HALCYON MEMORIES blog. I thought it may be fun for us to share our most favorite, precious memories of our life and times growing up in Halcyon - and remembering - and honoring - the many people that helped us along the way. Do you remember the spontaneous gathering when Uncle Bob Lentz "found" Bernard? Many of us came together in Halcyon to hear and tell stories (and enjoy Peppermint Schnapps). Remember Dr. Gerber being the most perfect emcee while I was recording the conversation using a little tape recorder? I still have the cassette tape from that evening. How many more stories are there to be told, that we can pass along to our children - and their children? I am hoping this blog gives us that opportunity. Two ways to join in the fun! First, please COMMENT on any post with your own memories, reflections. Second, BECOME A POST AUTHOR (contact me to set up permissions) and post your own memories or treasured photos.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Harold and Carolyn Forgostein

Harold and Carolyn were close to our family, not just because they were "high up" in The Temple.  I think Dad and Harold worked side by side at odd jobs during the late 40s or early 50s.  (The dates need to be verified as to when Harold and Carolyn first came to Halcyon.)  Before they lived in the town of Halcyon they had a place over in Oceano.  They had us over for dinner there once that I can recall.  I also remember when the new Temple home was being built.  I helped dig dirt for the foundation - and I swept the bare wood subfloors in the afternoons so the workmen would have clean areas for their framing.  When I was five years old Harold made for me a small cement block with my name in it.  That was such a special thing for me.  He was working around the Temple one day and had a little bit of cement left over.  He poured some into a small can, and wrote my name and the year into that small piece of cement.  I kept that thing for a long time during childhood.  Harold was my Godfather.

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