We rec’d the obit today. We at the LJ extend our sincerest condolences to you and your family.

Three years ago he was predeceased by his son with the same name, Dale Palmer Jr, and his former wife, Mary Palmer Sr, as well as a former son-in-law Marc Mittaud. My father had a strong Christian belief as a Mormon in the afterlife, worked hard and
lived a full life.
As my mother Mary Palmer Sr would often say from her Catholic beliefs, “May he and all the departed rest in peace.” Prayers for all of our family are appreciated. Peace to one and all at this lovely time of year, when many will graduate, plant gardens, and carry on with the work of running towns and connecting with the others with cooperation and respect.

If anyone wants to gather information about their WWII local family members, their parents or even tell their own story, I encourage them to do so without worrying about telling it all at once or perfectly, but rather to jot down notes or have little talks about how people met (parents and such), list family members with birth years, and make a few notes about places lived, jobs held, and dreams and faith journeys.

That ought to get the ball rolling.Family and friends are a gift to be celebrated daily as are the communities in which we live.May all have safe, fulfilling journeys this summer and beyond.
Peace to one and all, Catherine Palmer Paton

I’d like to give him a birthday gift of recollections from folks who knew him, who he worked for or otherwise worked with. He helped start a church in the area and has a strong sense of “living off the land” and as simply as possible. He never talked much about his war years, but met his wife-to-be on a weekend leave, married a couple months later after showing her the coal mine he planned to work out in New Mexico
desert country.

He lived in Salisbury for 25 years and then Falls Village for another 30 or more, running the landfill efficiently (driving a backhoe up a veritable mountain of garbage) for a decade. He never earned a high wage, but enjoyed the country life raising beef cattle, and doing quality brickwork while rearing a big batch of children with his wife Mary Palmer Sr who hailed from the big city of Torrington, the main reason the Palmers migrated back to the northwest corner from New Mexico.

I look forward to a few quips and notes of appreciation for his WWII efforts (he was a radar man and the ship he had been on in many an icy water the US Manhasset, I think, went down two weeks after he was honorably discharged for medical reasons). Please send your thoughts to me at cppaton@yahoo.com. Thanks a bundle.–Catherine Palmer Paton

Thanks for the encouragement. And you’re right, it was labor intensive, even though all I did was merge two clips (nothing fancy). I have a feeling when I get better at this, things will go a little faster.

Peter,

You’re right. My recollection is there was another bugler off in the distance who began playing after this one finished. I guess the term “lone” was used to describe this fellow as he was playing.

Terry, are you sure it was a lone bugler…I thought I heard an echo.

In doing some YouTube videos for Trinity Lime Rock , I have discovered that the ratio of minutes behind the camera versus minutes editing is about 1:10 — and the result still looks amateurish!

Anyway, to Terry and the Lakeville Journal, welcome to Web 2.0!

This is yet another example of what the web in the form of TCExtra brings us. Many thanks.