He came to York in the summer of 1989 and took a room on the fifth floor of the YMCA. He didn't know anybody in town. He had no family here. He was alone. And it was like that last week, when he died in York Hospital of an aneurysm at 83.
He spent most of his days at the September House senior center on South George Street. He started going to the center shortly after moving to York from Maryland, spending pretty much all day there playing cards or dominoes or just hanging out. He liked taking trips to the Susquehanna River with the rest of his friends at the senior center to watch the jet-skiers or boats.
It wasn't that he was particularly quiet or kept to himself. He was pretty friendly and outgoing. He had a good sense of humor and quick wit, always ready with a wise-crack. But still, the people at the center, the people who considered Bart family, didn't really know him.
He didn't talk much about his past. He didn't talk about it at all.
She knew he had been married at one time. Other friends thought he might have been married twice. They don't think he had any children, but they couldn't be sure. He was originally from somewhere in New York state, they believed, and may have worked in Philadelphia. He did work for the railroad in Maryland, or he may have been an accountant, or he may have been an accountant for the railroad. He lived off his pension and Social Security. He was a generous man, often paying, anonymously, for tickets for those who couldn't afford to pay for September House outings.
When he died in York Hospital at 5 a.m. May 9, he was alone. Nobody could find any family. Nobody could find anyone to bury him.The Keffer Funeral Home will take care of the cremation, and his ashes will rest, with his friends, at September House.
He spent most of his days at the September House senior center on South George Street. He started going to the center shortly after moving to York from Maryland, spending pretty much all day there playing cards or dominoes or just hanging out. He liked taking trips to the Susquehanna River with the rest of his friends at the senior center to watch the jet-skiers or boats.
It wasn't that he was particularly quiet or kept to himself. He was pretty friendly and outgoing. He had a good sense of humor and quick wit, always ready with a wise-crack. But still, the people at the center, the people who considered Bart family, didn't really know him.
He didn't talk much about his past. He didn't talk about it at all.
She knew he had been married at one time. Other friends thought he might have been married twice. They don't think he had any children, but they couldn't be sure. He was originally from somewhere in New York state, they believed, and may have worked in Philadelphia. He did work for the railroad in Maryland, or he may have been an accountant, or he may have been an accountant for the railroad. He lived off his pension and Social Security. He was a generous man, often paying, anonymously, for tickets for those who couldn't afford to pay for September House outings.
When he died in York Hospital at 5 a.m. May 9, he was alone. Nobody could find any family. Nobody could find anyone to bury him.The Keffer Funeral Home will take care of the cremation, and his ashes will rest, with his friends, at September House.
He came to York in the summer of 1989 and took a room on the fifth floor of the YMCA. He didn't know anybody in town. He had no family here. He was alone. And it was like that last week, when he died in York Hospital of an aneurysm at 83.
He spent most of his days at the September House senior center on South George Street. He started going to the center shortly after moving to York from Maryland, spending pretty much all day there playing cards or dominoes or just hanging out. He liked taking trips to the Susquehanna River with the rest of his friends at the senior center to watch the jet-skiers or boats.
It wasn't that he was particularly quiet or kept to himself. He was pretty friendly and outgoing. He had a good sense of humor and quick wit, always ready with a wise-crack. But still, the people at the center, the people who considered Bart family, didn't really know him.
He didn't talk much about his past. He didn't talk about it at all.
She knew he had been married at one time. Other friends thought he might have been married twice. They don't think he had any children, but they couldn't be sure. He was originally from somewhere in New York state, they believed, and may have worked in Philadelphia. He did work for the railroad in Maryland, or he may have been an accountant, or he may have been an accountant for the railroad. He lived off his pension and Social Security. He was a generous man, often paying, anonymously, for tickets for those who couldn't afford to pay for September House outings.
When he died in York Hospital at 5 a.m. May 9, he was alone. Nobody could find any family. Nobody could find anyone to bury him.The Keffer Funeral Home will take care of the cremation, and his ashes will rest, with his friends, at September House.
He spent most of his days at the September House senior center on South George Street. He started going to the center shortly after moving to York from Maryland, spending pretty much all day there playing cards or dominoes or just hanging out. He liked taking trips to the Susquehanna River with the rest of his friends at the senior center to watch the jet-skiers or boats.
It wasn't that he was particularly quiet or kept to himself. He was pretty friendly and outgoing. He had a good sense of humor and quick wit, always ready with a wise-crack. But still, the people at the center, the people who considered Bart family, didn't really know him.
He didn't talk much about his past. He didn't talk about it at all.
She knew he had been married at one time. Other friends thought he might have been married twice. They don't think he had any children, but they couldn't be sure. He was originally from somewhere in New York state, they believed, and may have worked in Philadelphia. He did work for the railroad in Maryland, or he may have been an accountant, or he may have been an accountant for the railroad. He lived off his pension and Social Security. He was a generous man, often paying, anonymously, for tickets for those who couldn't afford to pay for September House outings.
When he died in York Hospital at 5 a.m. May 9, he was alone. Nobody could find any family. Nobody could find anyone to bury him.The Keffer Funeral Home will take care of the cremation, and his ashes will rest, with his friends, at September House.
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