February 6, 2013 |
IF YOU WERE lucky enough to have Robert Wilson as your paperboy, you wouldn't have missed many deliveries of the Daily News and Inquirer. That, despite the fact that Robert made his deliveries on a bicycle. There he was, pedaling through all kinds of weather - like the Postal Service, "neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night" could keep him from his appointed rounds. Robert obviously had a powerful inner drive to get the papers delivered to his South Philadelphia customers because he kept at it for more than 40 years, well into his 80s - still on his bicycle - and could no longer be called a paper boy . And he was always in a hurry.
November 24, 2012
By John Hearn We shopped rarely and with forethought and together. Shopping was a social ritual that followed a set procedure. After the tax refund arrived - usually in March, when cold ocean winds still swept the hills south of Boston - my mother gathered the four of us to trek uptown. Each of her three boys would get a pair of trousers, summer sneakers, and a Red Sox cap, all at least a size too big to accommodate growth. She feared outgrown clothes that could not be easily replaced.
June 17, 2001
From 1959 to 1969, my wife and I had six children, two daughters followed by four sons. In the early years, we could barely imagine seeing them get married. But time went by, and one after another, as they prepared for their weddings, three of our sons asked me to be their best man. Each time, I was thrilled and surprised. They not only had each other to ask, they also had close friends they had known for many years. As I wondered why they chose me, I searched out our pasts together.
March 19, 2001 |
Just like always, "Mr. Floyd" got up before the sun the other day, cooked himself breakfast, and set off on his bicycle to deliver his newspapers. Floyd Culver's been getting up with the birds for most of his 93 years, and delivering the Daily News and Inquirer for the past half-century. He won't for a while. But he will be delivering his papers again, Culver vowed yesterday from his bed at Graduate Hospital, "just as soon as I can get back on my feet. " Culver "busted up" his right knee when he was hit by a car that came out of nowhere, and then fled, he said.
November 4, 1999 |
Jeff Sengara finally woke up and everything was backward. He had called for room service and told them he was in Room 711. They told him he was in Room 714. Groggy, he looked around. The hotel room had all the same stuff, but the bathroom was on the wrong side. So was the window. And the door. He looked out into the hallway and saw a door frame "completely gutted out of the wall," battered beyond recognition. He called his parents and said "someone moved me. " They already knew.
April 14, 1999 |
The mayor calls him "Red Dog. " Some of the little guys call him "Dawg-Dawg. " The gym at McDevitt Recreation Center in East Falls, that's the Dogdome, and the camp there in the summer is Camp Dog. All this for a guy whose mother joked that she had to hide his clothes so he could not race down to McDevitt's playing fields anytime he felt like it, which was all the time. Now he is the rec center. Nearly six years ago, Tom "Red Dog" McNicholas, 28, got the job of assistant rec leader at McDevitt.
January 25, 1998 |
The improbable has never been an obstacle for Terrell Davis. He's what you might call self-actualized. It doesn't matter to him what others think he should be or do. When the odds are arrayed against him, he doesn't relent. And, probably most important, he doesn't think he's special. He believes everybody is capable of succeeding, and he'll do what he can to help them. Davis is best known as the running back who in just three years has helped transform the Denver Broncos into an NFL title contender again, but here he is known intimately.
August 28, 1996 |
At first, it just seemed like an early morning fog rising off Little Mantua Creek. But as Inquirer delivery man Joseph Meenan cruised past on his route yesterday, his nose informed him that this was no morning haze, but a fire smoldering in the top floor of a Delaware Avenue home, he said. Meenan hit the brakes and put in a call to police, then backed up his 1994 Corsica, got out, and started pounding on the front door of the house. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have waken up," said John Baumiller, who said he was sound asleep on the couch.
September 21, 1994 |
Timothy Carlton "Tim" Rose, an FMC employee, church and community volunteer and mentor, died Thursday of complications after a liver transplant. He was 31 and lived in West Mount Airy. Rose worked for FMC in Center City for the past 11 years and was a computer operator in the controller's department. He was also active in the Big Brothers and Big Sisters organizations, his church and various charitable fund-raising organizations. A graduate of Benjamin Franklin High School, Rose attended Kutztown University and transferred to Peirce Junior College where he received an associate degree in business.
August 13, 1993 |
As Raymond, 12, sits at a table answering questions, he glances at a visitor coloring a tree trunk blue. With a puzzled look, he begins to say something. Thinking better of it, he draws a neat, correct tree with green and red apples, flowers and grass. Then he signs his name and hands the picture over with a pleasant smile and a gracious "you're welcome" when he's thanked. This young man is relaxed, considerate, honest and helpful. He is overcoming a struggle that began with his birth.