Richard and his brother Kenneth were our next door neighbors on Central Park. Ricky was such a good kid and oh so sweet. He was always nice to everyone. They had a great porch and we loved to jump from the top of that porch and over the bushes and onto the grass. We used to see who could jump the farthest out onto the lawn. Underneath their porch was a great place to hide when we played hide n' seek.
Ricky and Kenny had the nicest parents also. Their mom, Stella was one sweet lady. They had two other brothers also. After the fire the family moved away. I understand that they moved right near the cemetery so that their mom could go and visit them everyday. I will never forget Christmas that year. Stella had her oldest son dress up as Santa Claus and he delivered Christmas presents to all of the kids in the neighborhood. I could not believe how she thought of others in the midst of her own heartache. Stella was like that though. Just one sweet lady. The apple did not fall far from the tree either.
-- (Carmella Comaroto, Neighbor - December 2008)