Katrina Fontanet
One of my favorite memories from childhood (early 70s) is waking up on Saturday mornings to the sound of David's push lawnmower. It went 'squeak squeak' and then we had the nice scent of fresh-cut grass for a while. It was so nice having that consistency.
I've thought about him many times over the years--especially when I smell fresh-cut grass!--and so glad to see he has his family to carry on his legacy.
My sympathies to all of you in regards to his passing. Take care.
Katrina Boyle
Tachikawa next-door-neighbor