Every Valentine's Day is a memory of a sweet fellow who delivered a box of chocolates to my house in a raging snow storm back in 1959. He may not remember this incident, but I do...every February 14th.
The last time I met him was on the South Shore in a shopping center, and I believe he lived on the south shore. If anyone knows Gerry, I would sure like to hear from him and perhaps thank him for giving me this 45 year old memory.
Cheers, Linda
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Linda, sorry it's not me , but my name is Gerry Jones and I also lived on the south shore, St.Hubert(when it was Croydon) and Brossard. And I ended up marrying a Linda.
Take Care
Gerry
Hi Gerry, Just looking at your old photos, and I can still remember your face, when you hung with my brother Pete Veinot, and cousin John Fyfe. I haven't emailed you in a long time, since when you found out about Pete. Mike Veinot
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