Condolence: We never had a neighbor like you Spoot, until we moved to Cattaraugus St. I always said you were my husband's "other wife". Your wonderful taco chicken, chicken noodle soup with home made noodles, home made pies, took care of Tom when I was working afternoons. Mechanic par excellence, there was nothing you couldn't fix. Always there to pull us out of the snow banks when we got stuck, always with a smile on your face at the thought of helping. Loved helping you pull calves, and every one of our grand children got squirted in the face with milk when you emptied the cows. So many good memories, we love you Spoot.
Condolence: Not enough words - Thank you so much for EVERYTHING you did for Mom (Ginny Starkweather) and me ... I first remember you as the littlest Booth kid sledding on the hill with us big kids - then we were grown - you brought Mom vegetables, fixed her lawn mowers, cut her trees and, most of all, were her friend - when I came home from San Francisco every summer, you baked wild blackberry pies for me and sent me home with venison jerky - I still can't solve the wire and bolt brain-teasers you made for me out of barn scraps; you could have them apart in seconds - You taught me how to live in the present - If I complained about something, you would say, "Don't matter..." You were one of a kind - wise, generous and a True Friend - Fly High, Spoot - after all, your nickname came from the first satellite launched the year you were born - Sputnick
Condolence: Oh What I’d do for the chance to milk cows, put in hay, clean horse stalls, put in silo, or just plain goof around with you one more time at the farm!!! You’ve been a friend for life and will be missed Spoot!!!!! Love always, Con