NORTHWOOD REFLECTIONS©
By Lisa Allen Kennard
(Newspaper Article - 2006)
When I was growing up in the 60’s and 70’s, we used to have an undertaker and funeral home in East Northwood. His name was Ernest Pinkham. Pinkham’s Funeral Home was located in the white New Englander next to Edgerly Chapel. It seemed strategically placed across the street from First Baptist Church, and the previous, wicked-dangerous intersection of Routes 4, 9 & 202.
I recall my father and I took Ernest Pinkham’s trash to the dump for him on occasion, and we were invited into his kitchen for lemonade. The man seemed pleasant, but I was afraid to look at him, much less touch him. The place felt eerie, the air mortally stagnant. I was sure there was a dead body in the next room, and there probably was! Years later, I saw my Grampa Allen laid out in his casket there, propped up in front of the bay window.
The good thing about memories – those dear loved ones can be alive in your heart and reflections. Blow the dust off your aged photo albums with old black and whites or fading color photos. Close your eyes and purposely ponder your memories. Bring your long-passed loved ones back to life for a few moments! (May they rest in peace.)
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