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Memorial created 10-13-2007 by
Tara Pollard
Leonard "Pete" Wallace Pollard
October 27 1941 - September 12 2007

 This online memorial was created in loving memory of Leonard "Pete" Pollard, whose life story is told throughout this memorial website. Please sign Leonard's guest book and let us know you came to visit. We will remember Leonard forever.




My Father would open our bedroom doors in the morning and start singing "It's A Beautiful Morning"very loudly to wake us up. He was the weekend alarm clock. We would take the blankets and put them over our heads and groan. Then we would smell something really good cooking for breakfast. I remember he cooked the eggs with all the bacon and sausage grease left in the pan. He would take the spatula and push the grease over the top of the egg to cook it just enough but not over cook it. I liked dipping my toast in the runny egg yolk. He made a good breakfast.





Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before 

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!


Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral



When I was little my Dad would would come home from work and I remember looking to see if the front left pocket of his uniform was full. If it was me and my sister Stacy and brother Leonard would know he had something for us. He would lift open the pocket just below his badge and pull out a package of Peggy Lawton cookies. They were so good. There was just enough for the three of us. I loved when he brought them home. When I had children he opened up his front left pocket just below his badge and gave them the same cookies that he gave me when I was little. My son and daughter loved the cookies also. They are still my favorite cookie, I think they always will be !



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