We used to call him 'Timmy'... he was a quiet soul who would never hurt a flea. We always played ball on wollaston ave in front of his house..we chopped down a few trees at what was called Kenny Hill Field.We would also catch many a garder snake  and a few grasshoppers..and many a frog in the pond ..try and build a tree house or fort  on top of a tree limb near his home..In the winter we would sled down Kenny Hill until we were close to being frozen and frost bite.  His mother lived to over 100 years old ..she was like an angel in demeaner..she always had an inviting spirit and always treated us kids with diginity and love..After Timmy died we would visit Mrs Hannon and share with her the wonderful hope of the resurrection..yes someday soon Timmy will hear Jesus' voice and come out of the memorial tomb and live a peaceful life on a paradise earth promised  by our Savior Jesus Christ ...John 5:28 and 29