We were childhood friends and neighbors. We would play together daily in the summer and his dog, Sandy, a collie, was always with us. We would pick apples from Grampa Jacomino's tree and grapes from his arbors. The grapes have seeded themselves on neighboring property and still produce the delicious Concord grapes that provided snacks of childhood. At the end of the afternoon, Anthony's mother would yell out, "An...thon..Y!" and he knew it was time for supper. We would meet again the next day to pick wild strawberries and play on the big boulder. Those are just a few of the sweet memories I have of Anthony. My sincere condolences to all the family.
Sincerely, Patty Urda Thompson O'Brien