Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Although I moved away from Addison to go to college almost 49 years ago, I remember Jack coming regularly to my parents' house to collect the insurance premium payment when I was growing up. Can you even imagine an insurance agent making house calls like that any more? Seems like he had a brownish-tan suit at the time. My mother would reach up behind the telephone table in the living room to get the sturdy tan envelope with "Prudential Insurance" printed on it (Jack must have given all his customers those envelopes) and pull out the cash she had saved there for him.
She and Jack would always exchange a few kind, neighborly words. He'd say something nice to me, too, if I happened to be there when he stopped by. After all these years, I still remembered his face correctly before I saw the photograph you've provided here.
Even though it's been decades since I last saw Jack, I can still see him so well -- in the living room at 51 Front Street, visiting with Phoebe Butler, my mom. I'm so sorry to learn of his death. Karen Butler Easter
