Condolences
Chuck was a dear friend and neighbor for 20 years. My husband and I moved to Florida in 1994 and bought the house across Pellam from Chuck. When we met at the mail box there was always a nice long chat. He shared a meal with us a few times but never wanted to intrude. He and my husband, Dale, spent many afternoons on our Lanai, just visiting. In 2004 we were preparing for hurricane Charlie when there was a knock at our back door. Chuck was standing there looking as frazzled as we did. The first thing he said was, "I need a drink". Dale made him a drink which he seemed to appreciate. After his drink, he crossed the street to his house and closed the door about five minutes before the storm hit. My husband passed away in August of 2013 and my daughter and I decided to move back to Missouri where my son and his family lived. We hated to leave Chuck as he had become like a big brother to us and an uncle to our daughter, Amy. To Chuck's family, know that you are in our prayers. We really miss him. Martisha Watson
The Empire State shared one of its favorite sons with the Sunshine State for the final third of his life. Chuck or Charlie, as most of us knew him, was an avid golfer, who also enjoyed the sport televised. We shot many an old range ball off our septic mound, with our drivers, on their final trip into a small lake across the road. We rode bicycles and walked endless miles, exchanged stories, laughs and solved most of the world's problems on our journeys the past few years. A year ago, we mourned the loss of a good friend and neighbor, Dale Watson, and we both agreed that we would not send flowers to the other, when our time came. So, today Chuck we send no flowers but will forever remember the outstanding sunsets we witnessed together, and we'll always thank the Good Lord, in Jesus name, for your company along the road of life, and for sparing you at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.
