hour. Gerard McCloskey, a mutual friend of Lazarus, remembers one

occasion when they went to the woods to select a Christmas tree. Since it was the Christmas season, Lazarus took some Christmas spirit along, and as they searched, they sipped. Gradually, all the trees seemed to look alike since they were all leaning. They came home without a tree.

Lazarus was concerned about a customer who wasn’t going to church. One day, he approached this man, and asked him why he did not go to church. The man replied that he refrained from going because he had no hat. Lazarus searched around and found seven hats, one for each day of the week. Somehow or other, that solution did not work either.

Father McGaugh recalls that his father was an early—riser, and he can vividly remember seeing him sitting in his rocking-chair reciting his daily rosary. He was certainly a man of great faith. When Father McGaugh returned home from university for a visit, he knew how his father would greet him, as it was always the same, “Hi there! Hi there! Hi there! How was your trip?”

When Lazarus and Mildred were old enough to receive the old age security pension, their business was secure, for now they had more money to stock the shelves, and they were able to satisfy their customers. They did not have to worry about meeting deadlines, and they were contented and happy.

In 1969, Lazarus was in the store where Mildred found him on the floor. He had suffered a stroke, and died six months later.

This quiet, gentle natured man will always be remembered for his jovial laughter, story—telling, and kindness to others.

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