Roanoke Times
Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: THURSDAY, April 14, 1994 TAG: 9404140241
SECTION: NEIGHBORS PAGE: E-6 EDITION: METRO
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DATELINE: LENGTH: Medium
On March 13, my beloved wife of over 51 years passed away suddenly, and this was the saddest day of my life.
After the funeral, we laid her to rest in Sherwood Memorial Park. A couple of hours after the burial, one of my daughters and her husband drove back by the grave site, and they could not believe their eyes. There were two women looking through the flowers. When they saw my daughter's car, they left.
My daughter drove to a hillside and watched. Soon, the two women returned. While one watched, the other came back to my wife's grave and sorted through the flowers, took the ones she wanted and placed them on someone else's grave. She then went back, apparently to take some flowers to her car. But when she saw my daughter returning, she threw them on the ground and left.
I know a lot of people have lost their morals and scruples, but this is about the lowest thing I have ever seen out of anybody. These women caused more heartache on an already sad day.\ Lester Ray Stoneman Salem\ \ Dear Neighbors:
My wife and I were in the process of moving. We had a perfectly good couch with a tear in one arm. We really wanted to give it to one of the charitable groups.
Neither the Salvation Army nor the Disabled American Veterans Thrift Store would take it because of the tear. I will not even get into the fact that Goodwill refuses now to come out and collect donations.
I guess what really upsets me is that these groups will beg you for money year round, but when you want to give them something perfectly good except for a slight tear, they can't be bothered.
Goodwill, D.A.V. and Salvation Army - do not ask me for money. All you will get is a scowl and a humbug.\ Richard E. Walkley Salem\ \ Dear Neighbors:
One day last year as I stepped out of my home, there was a foul odor in the air. It took my breath, and I couldn't get back in the house quick enough. Every time I stuck my head out the door, my breath would cut off. It was three days before I could get any relief.
I called the Environment Protection Agency about the foul smell of chemical which was supposed to make lawns beautiful. Someone had sprayed next door to my home, and some of the spray came over into my yard. It had apparently killed some of my flowers and grass.
The people who came back to inspect the lawn were not very cooperative in answering questions. Neither was the EPA.
The only sound answer I got was that the sprayer was licensed to spray. What good will that do when we are dead with cancer or dead with asthma or emphysema, which I already have.
How much is three days of your life worth? How many days would I be closed in if everyone sprayed at different times of the year?
I know there is a different type of yard care that can be put out in pellets that does not pollute the air.
I am writing this on a beautiful day outside but I am shut in because of the foul odor from the spray. There is no use in calling the EPA. I tried last year. It did not work.
\ Murray A. Barnes Roanoke
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