Tracy Mitrano Relation to Deceased: Niece Uncle Joe was my father’s sister’s husband. I loved him as deeply as any blood relative. When I was a little girl playing at my grandparent’s house one Sunday, a ball rolled under a car. I fetched a stick to dislodge it. My earliest memory of Uncle Joe is telling everyone that story. Forever I will remember Uncle Joe for the unabashed, enthusiastic greeting he offered every single time I saw him. My parents and I spent many Christmas holidays with him and Aunt Angel, Richard and Renee, among other relatives. Those holidays remain some of the happiest remembrances of my life. I hold them dear for many, many reasons, but not least because I often sat next to Uncle Joe who taught me how to eat filberts and almonds in the shell, who loved to discuss and debate all matters of society and politics — always rooting for the underdog — and, most important, who introduced me to wine. Not just drinking wine. Swirling it in the glass, look for the legs, take in a big nose, put it up to the light to judge its color and clarity, take in a mouth full of air when sipping for taste, run it along the tongue, down the throat and wait for its finish. Here is what I regret: that every year when he made wine I failed to make good on my sincere wish to be there with him and learn the trade. He was a true vintner. He dug the second stage of his wine cellar out practically with a spoon. He brought an engineer’s precision to chemistry. And he shared an enthusiasm for its complementary pairing with Aunt Angel’s outstanding food preparations. Uncle Joe was always there for special occasions and celebrations. He came to my graduations. I have before me a photograph. My beloved father is there, together with my little boy Nikko, Bill’s father, and Aunt Angel. I am holding Nikko, who at four is rubbing his eyes in fatigue, with one arm. My other arm is around Uncle Joe. I loved that man because of who he was a person as well as because he was my uncle. I am deeply grateful for his life long generosity and hospitality and unconditional love for his entire family. He was not afraid to show emotion. He was not afraid to shake his fist at the slings and arrows of this world. I shall always hold a special place in my heart because of his unbounded, peerless passionate joi de vivre!
Tom Cobett Relation to Deceased: Fellow Winemaker Joe Nardone is one of the most comfortable people I have ever been around. We only got to see each other a few times each year, but, he always made me feel like his friend. I will continue to ask him for help in my winemaking. I regret that I have never been able to grow grapes as well as Joe did.
Stepheni & Bobby Scott Relation to Deceased: Members of the America Wine Society Dear Angel & family, Joe will definitely be missed. We will always remember the many American Wine Society trips that we took and having the opportunity to enjoy his company. He was a devoted volunteer to our group and a truly good man. You are in our thoughts. Much love, Stepheni & Bobby Scott Montmorenci Vineyards Aiken, South Carolina
Russell J Calemmo Relation to Deceased: Good Friend in the dark I fist met Joe in the early morning of a hot August Saturday. I was the first to arrive at the Cornell Extension building on Highland Avenue not far from the heart of Rochester. It was a wine seminar class to be given by the American Wine Society on the making of wines. I was so new at this wine gig I needed to know some ropes to make some real wine and this was the place to get first hand info. I was sitting in my vehicle and this guy with horn rim glass’s pulled up along side of me and just about jumped out of his car with a smile that still endures with me. ” Say, kinda early are we” was his remark. “Here for the seminar”? “Yes I am, good morning” was my remark ” well your going to enjoy it”. “I am Joe Nardone, nice to meet you”. I am Russ Calemmo from East Hampton N.Y. He wanted to know where that was and was amazed that I would take the time and drive a great distance for a wine class. After some small talk and wine salutations other folks started to arrive. “Hey Tom” (Tom Hammond) this guy came all the way from Long Island was his intro. If he knew them he would introduce them to me as the guy from Long Island. From then on I was always the guy from Long Island. When I was awarded my first medal. It was the guy from Long Island. Still today after that first meeting I am that guy from Long Island. I have entered just about every wine contest due to the influence of Joe. ” You won’t know if something is good unless your competitor is making it” was some of the words that still echo in my mind. I remember he himself gave a class on making champagnes. Nervous on every word spoken with detail, he had to be the champagne king. What a joy. Since that first class back in 2004 I still make award winning wine and every time I get a medal I think of Joe Nardone and look up. Thanks. Safely Home I am home in Heaven dear ones: Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last. Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still; try to look beyond earth shadows, Pray to trust our Father’s will There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand: do it now, while life remaineth you shall rest in Jesus’ land When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home; oh the rapture of that meeting, oh the joy to see you come!
Rock & Mary Rochford Relation to Deceased: Friend Angel, Richard, Renee & Family, You have our deepest sympathy. Joe was a extremely generous and kind man. Joe’s talents were numerous as he was an expert craftsman, gardener and winemaker. Joe made sparkling wine and red zinfindal wines that were world class. We are very saddened by the loss of our good friend, but we will raise a glass of wine to toast his spirit. ~ Rock & Mary Rochford, Rochester, New York The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Rob Morgan Relation to Deceased: nephew Uncle Joe always seemed to be about other people: proud of Aunt Angel when the American Wine Society honored her, proud of Richard and Renee, and full of kind words about my parents and many other family and friends, although politicans might get a shake of the head. Uncle Joe was generous with his knowledge, particularly his knowledge of wine, and generous with his good wine too. We will miss his big heart and love of life, but he leaves us with many wonderful memories.
Pamela Gambill Relation to Deceased: Family Friend I met Mr. Nardone when I went on a family vacation with the Nardones. As you can imagine there was never a dull moment, and none of the Nardones failed to entertain. I have never had so much fun with total strangers than with this clan. I only knew Renee and barely knew Rich, but by the second day I was calling Mr. Nardone “Dad”. We kept it from him for (I think) 3 days that I smoked, it was hard to do- he was full of energy and every time I turned around he was walking by- it was becoming quite comical dodging in and out of plants and columns so he wouldn’t see me. We ate at an Italian restaurant twice in Mexico because me and “Dad” liked it and because he said, “The two of us out-numbered the 3 of them.” 🙂 The best part of the trip was when we unknowingly, convinced a man that said, “He didn’t have a reason to parasail” to parasail when we weren’t looking. Little did he know we caught him, and on film. The surprised look on his face when we told him we saw and had proof was priceless! Just as he is – God Bless you “Dad” and all of your family. What a warm, friendly, funny, and welcoming heart. Heaven has become brighter (and maybe a little tipsy from homemade wine). Love and Hugs to all. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Nancy and John Mesham Relation to Deceased: Sister/Brother-in-law to Renee Renee, you were the rock for my brother, me and our family during my mother’s passing. Know that we are there for you and your family. Your Dad was so much fun! And the champagne, well, who could forget, he’s the man that made me like champagne! The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Michael Mitrano Relation to Deceased: Nephew I remember riding in your old pick-up truck on the Latta Road construction site. The ground passing underneath us, as the floor boards were missing. The family gatherings and the wine tastings were wonderful. I’ll also remember the time we spent in Hawaii soaking in the water and having a long chat about wine, gardens and life. God bless you, you will be missed. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Mary Jevitt Relation to Deceased: Friend I can’t think of any man that was a kinder, gentler one than Joe. He will be greatly missed by all of the Jevitt family.
Mark Swomley Relation to Deceased: Friend I first met Joe in 1979 as a young engineer at the Gleason Works. He became a mentor and one of the best friends that anyone could hope to have. After moving out of the area, We kept in touch and visited whenever possible. Joe always seemed to beat me to the holiday phone calls to catch up on family. Maria and I were deeply saddened when we got the note outlining Joes declining health and were hoping to visit him this winter. Unfortunately, we did not find out about his passing until a month later and regret not being able to be there to say one last farewell. Angel, Richard and Renee, we are deeply sorry for your loss.
Jeff Springmeier I will never forgot during my graduation party when Joe pulled me aside and gave me advice for going off to college. He will be missed greatly The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Jean and Bill Murphy Relation to Deceased: friends and wine makers Our Dear Angel, Richard, Renee, Grandchildren and Family, Our Deepest Sympathy in the loss of your beloved Joe. He was a true gentleman, excellent winemaker, particularly, for his award-winning “Champion,” Champagne, A gifted person namely living his belief of compassion, sensitivity, and caring about everyone, always with eagerness to share his insights, continuous learning and love for winemaking, grape growing, and gardening. This was always paired with an infectious sense of hospitality,as a gracious host in your beautiful home, of which he rightly could boast of having built it himself. We will miss Joe, our loyal friend who is now with the Master Winemaker! May he Rest in Peace! The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Elizabeth Morgan Relation to Deceased: niece My beloved Uncle Joe – a sweetheart of a man with a great big heart. I remember him when I was a kid, walking with him across the foundations of the house he built for Angel and himself and their future family. I remember the wonderful wine he made from his vineyard. I remember him dancing with my daughter, doing the Chicken at Richard’s wedding to Lori and joining me for breakfast the morning after Renee married Mark. Always thoughtful, always kind, always fun. He made the world a better place. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Carola E. Bartlett Relation to Deceased: Family Friend Many fond memories come to mind at the Nardone house. When Mr. Nardone was not tending to his garden, he was in the kitchen talking with his childrens’ friends. He always showed an interest in what they were doing, had words of wisdom to share, and could be counted on for a joke or two to leave everyone laughing. May God bless his family in the time they’re apart now with His peace and hope of being reunited again. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Audrey C. Mitchell Relation to Deceased: niece I will cherish my memories of Uncle Joe in my heart forever. The warmth and depth of his Christmas hospitality taught me from a very early age that the really precious things in life are relationships and savoring these times with feasts of abundant good food and wine. The aroma of his chestnuts roasting in the oven, the loud laughter between he and my mom cleaning the raw shrimp in the kitchen, the “bigger than life” stories shared over bottles of Riesling long into the evening, and nights spent giggling in bed with his daughter Renee as we waited for Santa Claus… My Uncle Joe’s festive spirit approached life as a banquet, and every Christmas he and Aunt Angel adopted me — like one of their one — into a home of abundant, overflowing grace. If laughter and shouting and singing are good for the body and the mind and the soul, then 3006 Latta Road was the healthiest place there could be. I miss you, Uncle Joe.
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Tracy Mitrano Relation to Deceased: Niece Uncle Joe was my father’s sister’s husband. I loved him as deeply as any blood relative. When I was a little girl playing at my grandparent’s house one Sunday, a ball rolled under a car. I fetched a stick to dislodge it. My earliest memory of Uncle Joe is telling everyone that story. Forever I will remember Uncle Joe for the unabashed, enthusiastic greeting he offered every single time I saw him. My parents and I spent many Christmas holidays with him and Aunt Angel, Richard and Renee, among other relatives. Those holidays remain some of the happiest remembrances of my life. I hold them dear for many, many reasons, but not least because I often sat next to Uncle Joe who taught me how to eat filberts and almonds in the shell, who loved to discuss and debate all matters of society and politics — always rooting for the underdog — and, most important, who introduced me to wine. Not just drinking wine. Swirling it in the glass, look for the legs, take in a big nose, put it up to the light to judge its color and clarity, take in a mouth full of air when sipping for taste, run it along the tongue, down the throat and wait for its finish. Here is what I regret: that every year when he made wine I failed to make good on my sincere wish to be there with him and learn the trade. He was a true vintner. He dug the second stage of his wine cellar out practically with a spoon. He brought an engineer’s precision to chemistry. And he shared an enthusiasm for its complementary pairing with Aunt Angel’s outstanding food preparations. Uncle Joe was always there for special occasions and celebrations. He came to my graduations. I have before me a photograph. My beloved father is there, together with my little boy Nikko, Bill’s father, and Aunt Angel. I am holding Nikko, who at four is rubbing his eyes in fatigue, with one arm. My other arm is around Uncle Joe. I loved that man because of who he was a person as well as because he was my uncle. I am deeply grateful for his life long generosity and hospitality and unconditional love for his entire family. He was not afraid to show emotion. He was not afraid to shake his fist at the slings and arrows of this world. I shall always hold a special place in my heart because of his unbounded, peerless passionate joi de vivre!
Tom Cobett Relation to Deceased: Fellow Winemaker Joe Nardone is one of the most comfortable people I have ever been around. We only got to see each other a few times each year, but, he always made me feel like his friend. I will continue to ask him for help in my winemaking. I regret that I have never been able to grow grapes as well as Joe did.
Stepheni & Bobby Scott Relation to Deceased: Members of the America Wine Society Dear Angel & family, Joe will definitely be missed. We will always remember the many American Wine Society trips that we took and having the opportunity to enjoy his company. He was a devoted volunteer to our group and a truly good man. You are in our thoughts. Much love, Stepheni & Bobby Scott Montmorenci Vineyards Aiken, South Carolina
Russell J Calemmo Relation to Deceased: Good Friend in the dark I fist met Joe in the early morning of a hot August Saturday. I was the first to arrive at the Cornell Extension building on Highland Avenue not far from the heart of Rochester. It was a wine seminar class to be given by the American Wine Society on the making of wines. I was so new at this wine gig I needed to know some ropes to make some real wine and this was the place to get first hand info. I was sitting in my vehicle and this guy with horn rim glass’s pulled up along side of me and just about jumped out of his car with a smile that still endures with me. ” Say, kinda early are we” was his remark. “Here for the seminar”? “Yes I am, good morning” was my remark ” well your going to enjoy it”. “I am Joe Nardone, nice to meet you”. I am Russ Calemmo from East Hampton N.Y. He wanted to know where that was and was amazed that I would take the time and drive a great distance for a wine class. After some small talk and wine salutations other folks started to arrive. “Hey Tom” (Tom Hammond) this guy came all the way from Long Island was his intro. If he knew them he would introduce them to me as the guy from Long Island. From then on I was always the guy from Long Island. When I was awarded my first medal. It was the guy from Long Island. Still today after that first meeting I am that guy from Long Island. I have entered just about every wine contest due to the influence of Joe. ” You won’t know if something is good unless your competitor is making it” was some of the words that still echo in my mind. I remember he himself gave a class on making champagnes. Nervous on every word spoken with detail, he had to be the champagne king. What a joy. Since that first class back in 2004 I still make award winning wine and every time I get a medal I think of Joe Nardone and look up. Thanks. Safely Home I am home in Heaven dear ones: Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last. Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still; try to look beyond earth shadows, Pray to trust our Father’s will There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand: do it now, while life remaineth you shall rest in Jesus’ land When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home; oh the rapture of that meeting, oh the joy to see you come!
Rock & Mary Rochford Relation to Deceased: Friend Angel, Richard, Renee & Family, You have our deepest sympathy. Joe was a extremely generous and kind man. Joe’s talents were numerous as he was an expert craftsman, gardener and winemaker. Joe made sparkling wine and red zinfindal wines that were world class. We are very saddened by the loss of our good friend, but we will raise a glass of wine to toast his spirit. ~ Rock & Mary Rochford, Rochester, New York The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Rob Morgan Relation to Deceased: nephew Uncle Joe always seemed to be about other people: proud of Aunt Angel when the American Wine Society honored her, proud of Richard and Renee, and full of kind words about my parents and many other family and friends, although politicans might get a shake of the head. Uncle Joe was generous with his knowledge, particularly his knowledge of wine, and generous with his good wine too. We will miss his big heart and love of life, but he leaves us with many wonderful memories.
Pamela Gambill Relation to Deceased: Family Friend I met Mr. Nardone when I went on a family vacation with the Nardones. As you can imagine there was never a dull moment, and none of the Nardones failed to entertain. I have never had so much fun with total strangers than with this clan. I only knew Renee and barely knew Rich, but by the second day I was calling Mr. Nardone “Dad”. We kept it from him for (I think) 3 days that I smoked, it was hard to do- he was full of energy and every time I turned around he was walking by- it was becoming quite comical dodging in and out of plants and columns so he wouldn’t see me. We ate at an Italian restaurant twice in Mexico because me and “Dad” liked it and because he said, “The two of us out-numbered the 3 of them.” 🙂 The best part of the trip was when we unknowingly, convinced a man that said, “He didn’t have a reason to parasail” to parasail when we weren’t looking. Little did he know we caught him, and on film. The surprised look on his face when we told him we saw and had proof was priceless! Just as he is – God Bless you “Dad” and all of your family. What a warm, friendly, funny, and welcoming heart. Heaven has become brighter (and maybe a little tipsy from homemade wine). Love and Hugs to all. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Nancy and John Mesham Relation to Deceased: Sister/Brother-in-law to Renee Renee, you were the rock for my brother, me and our family during my mother’s passing. Know that we are there for you and your family. Your Dad was so much fun! And the champagne, well, who could forget, he’s the man that made me like champagne! The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Michael Mitrano Relation to Deceased: Nephew I remember riding in your old pick-up truck on the Latta Road construction site. The ground passing underneath us, as the floor boards were missing. The family gatherings and the wine tastings were wonderful. I’ll also remember the time we spent in Hawaii soaking in the water and having a long chat about wine, gardens and life. God bless you, you will be missed. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Mary Jevitt Relation to Deceased: Friend I can’t think of any man that was a kinder, gentler one than Joe. He will be greatly missed by all of the Jevitt family.
Mark Swomley Relation to Deceased: Friend I first met Joe in 1979 as a young engineer at the Gleason Works. He became a mentor and one of the best friends that anyone could hope to have. After moving out of the area, We kept in touch and visited whenever possible. Joe always seemed to beat me to the holiday phone calls to catch up on family. Maria and I were deeply saddened when we got the note outlining Joes declining health and were hoping to visit him this winter. Unfortunately, we did not find out about his passing until a month later and regret not being able to be there to say one last farewell. Angel, Richard and Renee, we are deeply sorry for your loss.
Jeff Springmeier I will never forgot during my graduation party when Joe pulled me aside and gave me advice for going off to college. He will be missed greatly The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Jean and Bill Murphy Relation to Deceased: friends and wine makers Our Dear Angel, Richard, Renee, Grandchildren and Family, Our Deepest Sympathy in the loss of your beloved Joe. He was a true gentleman, excellent winemaker, particularly, for his award-winning “Champion,” Champagne, A gifted person namely living his belief of compassion, sensitivity, and caring about everyone, always with eagerness to share his insights, continuous learning and love for winemaking, grape growing, and gardening. This was always paired with an infectious sense of hospitality,as a gracious host in your beautiful home, of which he rightly could boast of having built it himself. We will miss Joe, our loyal friend who is now with the Master Winemaker! May he Rest in Peace! The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Elizabeth Morgan Relation to Deceased: niece My beloved Uncle Joe – a sweetheart of a man with a great big heart. I remember him when I was a kid, walking with him across the foundations of the house he built for Angel and himself and their future family. I remember the wonderful wine he made from his vineyard. I remember him dancing with my daughter, doing the Chicken at Richard’s wedding to Lori and joining me for breakfast the morning after Renee married Mark. Always thoughtful, always kind, always fun. He made the world a better place. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Carola E. Bartlett Relation to Deceased: Family Friend Many fond memories come to mind at the Nardone house. When Mr. Nardone was not tending to his garden, he was in the kitchen talking with his childrens’ friends. He always showed an interest in what they were doing, had words of wisdom to share, and could be counted on for a joke or two to leave everyone laughing. May God bless his family in the time they’re apart now with His peace and hope of being reunited again. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Audrey C. Mitchell Relation to Deceased: niece I will cherish my memories of Uncle Joe in my heart forever. The warmth and depth of his Christmas hospitality taught me from a very early age that the really precious things in life are relationships and savoring these times with feasts of abundant good food and wine. The aroma of his chestnuts roasting in the oven, the loud laughter between he and my mom cleaning the raw shrimp in the kitchen, the “bigger than life” stories shared over bottles of Riesling long into the evening, and nights spent giggling in bed with his daughter Renee as we waited for Santa Claus… My Uncle Joe’s festive spirit approached life as a banquet, and every Christmas he and Aunt Angel adopted me — like one of their one — into a home of abundant, overflowing grace. If laughter and shouting and singing are good for the body and the mind and the soul, then 3006 Latta Road was the healthiest place there could be. I miss you, Uncle Joe.