Mr. Boller died at age 74 and was a life long resident of Thurmont, Maryland. He is the son of Sherman Boller and Irene Wilhide Boller. Husband of Mettie Marcella Williar Boller. Brother of Luther Boller. He was an active member in The United Methodist Church. His obituary was published 23 August 1969 in The Post, Frederick, Maryland.
Mr. Boller is one of those warm childhood memories. In 1959, he was working at Camp Greentop where I was spending two weeks at summer camp. The first time I met him, he said I looked so much like a little girl he used to know that I must be her daughter. He had known my mother's family but lost track of her when I was about two and my family moved out of state. During my stay at camp, I saw Mr. Boller every day and he would listen patiently to my stories of what we were doing that day or had done the day before. He alerted me to things to look for on our hikes and how to sit still while the squirrels came in for snacks. He was a nice man to listen to and to be around.
Mr. Boller is one of those warm childhood memories. In 1959, he was working at Camp Greentop where I was spending two weeks at summer camp. The first time I met him, he said I looked so much like a little girl he used to know that I must be her daughter. He had known my mother's family but lost track of her when I was about two and my family moved out of state. During my stay at camp, I saw Mr. Boller every day and he would listen patiently to my stories of what we were doing that day or had done the day before. He alerted me to things to look for on our hikes and how to sit still while the squirrels came in for snacks. He was a nice man to listen to and to be around.
Mr. Boller died at age 74 and was a life long resident of Thurmont, Maryland. He is the son of Sherman Boller and Irene Wilhide Boller. Husband of Mettie Marcella Williar Boller. Brother of Luther Boller. He was an active member in The United Methodist Church. His obituary was published 23 August 1969 in The Post, Frederick, Maryland.
Mr. Boller is one of those warm childhood memories. In 1959, he was working at Camp Greentop where I was spending two weeks at summer camp. The first time I met him, he said I looked so much like a little girl he used to know that I must be her daughter. He had known my mother's family but lost track of her when I was about two and my family moved out of state. During my stay at camp, I saw Mr. Boller every day and he would listen patiently to my stories of what we were doing that day or had done the day before. He alerted me to things to look for on our hikes and how to sit still while the squirrels came in for snacks. He was a nice man to listen to and to be around.
Mr. Boller is one of those warm childhood memories. In 1959, he was working at Camp Greentop where I was spending two weeks at summer camp. The first time I met him, he said I looked so much like a little girl he used to know that I must be her daughter. He had known my mother's family but lost track of her when I was about two and my family moved out of state. During my stay at camp, I saw Mr. Boller every day and he would listen patiently to my stories of what we were doing that day or had done the day before. He alerted me to things to look for on our hikes and how to sit still while the squirrels came in for snacks. He was a nice man to listen to and to be around.
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