I want to scream . I want to yell out to you. I want to tell you how you ruined my childhood. I want
to tell you you still haunt my memories many years later.
So sad to read of the death of Mr Kreber. It was a bit shocking to see in print as : My Dad's best friend was also named Francis Kreber. He passed away in the 1960's or 70's. He lived in his parents home on Wager St. Our Mr. Kreber (which was the only way we ever referred to him) was a kind , soft spoken GENTLEMAN. I bet that runs in the family. For example: Our Mr. Kreber brought me and my Mom home from the hospital after I was born in November 1953 as my Dad never had a drivers license. Dad and Mr Kreber were fishing buddies. Sorry to go on and on, but I'm thinking the 2 Mr Kreber's were relatives? Rest in peace both Mr Krebers and Thank you for the fond memories.
I can hear you and your brother and sister laughing your heads off. It was a pleasure getting closer to you these passed few years.
Every time I watch TCM I will think of you. I miss you. You are loved.
I’ll always remember the Utica Club Brewery with you and Ricky and playing cards on the beach in NJ when the ocean washed it all away. I will miss you Uncle Gabe.
