Scott continued to have allergy problems and as a teen had allergy shots.  We always had some laughs at the allergists as we were supposed to hang around for twenty minutes and have his arm checked after the shot.  However after about five minutes he would get bored and would act like he was getting a drink and we would all head out.

Scott broke his leg playing football and I went into the school and talked to the guidence counselor with him.  I said this might give him more time for his studies and might work out just fine.  The guidence counselor looked at me and said, "there is nothing good about this" and he was right but, Scott took it well.

Scott hated wearing his scout uniform and would lay on the floor of the car when I drove him to meetings so that his friends wouldn't see him.

Scott was very nosey and looked through the garbage cans and in the check book.  He always knew what was going on.

Scott was always very popular in school and was a real leader in athletics.  School and reading were a struggle for him but, he hung in. I think he would have enjoyed computers and spell check.

Scott did get into some trouble in 5th grade.  After school he was sitting in a sand box and had a Swiss Army Knife with him.  A kid was with him and he told the kid that if he left he would cut his leg off.  Well, the kid told his father and we had to go to the principle with Scott and then Scott had to apologize to the kid and his father.  Not fun!

When asked to do something Scott would often procrastinate and say ,"I'm gunna." One time he waited to mow the lawn until the last minute, it was so dark out that his younger sister Heather had to hold a flashlight.

I remember Scott and Heather going off to day camp together in the summer.  I don't think either of them liked it very much.

Scott was a great kid and loved his three sisters.  As the only boy in the family, he was adored by all three of his sisters.  He was very proud of his older sisters Heidi and Rebecca, and loved to be a big brother to Heather.  I remember when he was going to sleep over at his best friend John Jensen's and he let Heather and her friend sleep over with them.  This is fairly unbelievable for a Junior in High School.  He also taught Heidi and Rebecca how to drive a stick shift and was very patient with them as they rolled back on steep hills and got stressed out stalling in intersections.

All of his life I would hug him and kiss him in public.  I would then kid him about what his friends would think about his mother kissing him in public.  Scott would just laugh.

He was a homebody and would bring his dates back to the house.  He brought a date home with take out from Country Sweet's and lit a candle on the table.  He was in the Chucky Cheese room in the basement and he yelled to us and asked if we wanted some and why didn't we come down.  I don't think Scott was ready for serious dating as a week later I asked how the girl was and he said, "We broke up".  When I asked why he said, "Having a girlfriend is too much responsibility you have to walk around with them at lunch and carry their books." 

When Heidi came home from College she dropped Scott off at football practice.  She was wearing shorts and a tube top and stayed around watching him practice.  At dinner that night Scott said that he thought it would be a good idea if Heidi didn't come to practice as she distracted the team.  We all burst out laughing and Scott laughed too.

When Scott was in Highschool Phil invested in Chucky Cheese and we got a large bottle of tokens.  It was the beginning of video games and every night after dinner the family would pick up a couple of friends and head out for Fairport NY to Chucky Cheese.  I got very good at Frogger.  When another Chucky Cheese was being built in Buffalo NY, Heather and Scott went with Dave McLaughlin, who was building it, and slept with his two boys on the plastic bubbles in the play net.  Chucky Cheese was fun times for all, but Heidi hated working as Chucky because the kids punched her in the stomach and pulled her tail.

Scott drove our old Honda Civic and took a shop class in order to keep it running. One night he was so discouraged because he tried to scotch tape the spark plug in place and he couldn't get it to start.  I suggested that he go to bed and things would look better in the morning.  Sure enough in the morning he got it running for School.

Scott was strong.  I remember coming home from Wegmans with lots of bags of groceries.  Scott had just gotten home from school and came out to the station wagon and grabbed arms full of bags and carried them in one load.

Scott had a very nice way with people.  The players on his baseball and football teams could always count on him to give his all.  In fact he was voted most valuable player and was often captain of his teams. As quarterback and catcher he expected his teammates to give their all also. One thing Scott would never tolerate was someone not being nice to his sisters.  All of his friends were very nice to his sisters.

We all loved our vacations and our trips to The Grand Canyon, Niagra Falls, Yellowstone Park, Hershey Pa, Maine, Washinton D.C., Utah and especially our trips to the beach at Ocean City Maryland.

Scott especially enjoyed Christmas Holidays and always wanted me to have a big tray of cookies available.

Scott had many girls who thought highly of him.  It may have been his beautiful wavy hair or his lovely green eyes.

Scott was an athlete and believed in keeping his body in good shape.  He was not into drugs or alcohol, however, when he was around ten he got caught smoking a cigar in the woods with his friend.

Scott was someone you could talk to in confidence.  Heid and Rebecca confided in him a lot and knew more about his sisters and their college experiences than I will ever know.

Scott was fun and had a great sense of humour.   He told me that he set the car window washers so that they would spray on kids when he stopped at a stop sign.  I hope it was only kids.

Scott liked his friends and felt very bad when his friends Danny and John moved.

- Love you forever Scott,

Mom