Doug Stern
Growing up next door to the Daly’s, I probably spent as much time at their house as I did my own. They moved into the neighborhood a few years after we did, when I was probably 5 or 6. Mr. and Mrs. Daly were great, and life for the many kids in the neighborhood tended to revolve around activities at their house.
Mrs. Daly had her hands full with all of her own kids, but, she was always friendly and inviting—though, more than once I was urged to go home as they started getting the younger kids off to bed. I was over at their house so much that everyone, including Mrs. Daly called me Dougie Daly.
She was a kind and generous woman, and I’m grateful to have known her and to have been able to be a part of their family.
