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Memories of Scott...by his sister Heidi  

-He loved twix bars


-He loved to sing the Michael Jackson song "the dog-gone girl is mine" outloud to John Jensen, b/c John would introduce his girlfriends to Scott and then Scott would steal them away from John


-Everyone told him he looked like Richard Todd, the quarter back for the NY Jets, when he went to football camp, with Joe Naimeth, they gave him a hard time b/c he looked so much like Richard Todd


- When Rebecca and I would fight he would stand between us and say "easy killer easy" until we calmed down


- One night I was working the late shift at the Limited in a blizzard and when I got out to the parking lot the battery was dead, I called Scott and he gladly came with jumper cables and jumped the car in a blizzard, at 10 pm on a week night without complaining


- He loved to visit me at the Limited b/c all the girls I worked with thought he was gorgeous

- He didn't act obnoxios like a lot of teenage boys, in fact Jill Jensen used to say to John, why can't you be more mature like Scott Horsley-I wish he as my brother

- We called him "Scott-Titto" which meant "'Little Scott" in spanish, he took it very well, and never cared that we teased him<

- He had really funny looking thumb nails, Mimi Whitmore had the same nails and when they saw each other they used to hold up their thumbs

- He taught Rebecca and I to drive a stick shift by taking us to the steep part of Greylock Ridge, he was very patient as the car died over and over and we burned the clutch

- I confided in him a lot and I knew he would never tell anyone, he was never judgemental about what I told him

- Mr Avery who was the biggest grouch in the world and hated everyone, loved Scott and used to bring over his leaf blower (I think that's what it was) and insist that Scott borrow it

- Scott made all sports look so easy b/c he was so athletic, Stewart Furman would practice throwing a football through a tire for hrs. and Scott would still get to start, which annoyed Mr. Furman, Scott also got Most Valuable Player

- Scott would always find a way to break into the house after school when we were locked out

- Scott handcuffed the t.v. set to his bedroom desk so that Rebecca and I couldn't take it to college.  He then went to school- boy we're we pissed when we couldn't take it with us to college

- Scott used to beg me to steal Rebecca's seminary books while he would be on the lookout for her to return.  She hid them really well, so sometimes it would take me awhile to find them.  He would then pay me to copy all her answers into his book so that he didn't have to copy them himself, I would write with my left hand so that the handwriting in our books was different - Thanks Rebecca, we never had to do an assignment-your awsome :)

-I also got Alergy shots, and often Scott and I would go together.  I never had a reaction, but he often did and I would look at his arm and there would be this hideous red bump, I would start laughing and he would say "shhh" we have to sneak out of here before the nurses see this or we will be here forever.  Then he would sneak out and we would laugh all the way home as his arm continued to swell

-When I went to college I no longer had a room to sleep in, so in the summer I would often sleep on Scott's top bunk, we would talk late into the night, and he would give me advice about guys

-When Rebecca would practice the clarinet, all of us would blow on Rebecca's clarinet when she was in the bathroom and she would come out red faced and chase us around the house, b/c we got our spit into her clairenet and she would have to clean it before blowing on it again - obviously Rebecca must have enjoyed this or she would have taken the clairenet into the bathroom with her :)

-We all enjoyed going to Chuckee Cheese at night a lot and each of us had games that we were really good at (ie; Rebecca's was pacman, mine was space invaders, I think Heather's was frogger??)

- Whenever I would say goodnight to a date I could here Scott raising his shades and opening his window so that he could spy on us and see if my date kissed me good night, he would then give me a hard time.  Even if it was very late he would wake up to spy on us.  I would pretend not to hear him, b/c I didn't want my date to get irritated

- Scott never got a clue that my dates wanted to be alone with me.  When I was with George Kavanagh, he would stay in the room and talk excitedly about sports.  It was very cute, and I thought it was funny, although I don't think that George shared that feeling

- Greeted dad with "Hi Pops"

- Liked to wrestle with Dad


- One Christmas George came over with a Christmas present, I had nothing for him, so I gave him a sweater that was meant to go to Scott, he didn't even care.   

-He put up the Christmas tree one yr. and it kept falling on him, he didn't have a shirt on, and had a mild reaction to the needles, his chest was very red, I took a picture b/c I thought it was funny - he flipped me off-but he thought it was funny also (oops, sorry H-I don't think you want those kinds of stories)

-Everyone said that he would make the best husband b/c he had 3 sisters that kept him in line and he was so nice to females

-He shared a bathroom with 3 girls and had to take a shower while we were putting on our makeup-boy was he loud when he towled off!

-He used our curling iron to flaten those great curles

-He told me how much Dad made when I was in Highschool-I think he said around $83,000-maybe he would have been a money manager with his interest in other people's salaries :)

-He took that girl in church to a school dance, the ugly one in a back brace (H you know the story) - this story basically sums up what an amazing person he was

-I think we were all very very close to him in different ways, we all had our own unique relationships with him

-He was my little brother, he looked up to me for advice and information, and confided in me often as his older sister...it's hard to put into words what he meant to me....he is loved and missed.....
Heidi

Memories... by sister Rebecca  

Okay, here goes:  Memories of Scott

The summer I had my nose surgery, Scott and John Colluni(sp?) sat around and played poker with me and kept me company for hours on end while I hid inside waiting for the swelling to go down and bruises to fade.

Scott was colorblind, it didn't matter what race people were, in the 70's where racism was still pretty strong, Scott was good friends with all.  He didn't care what others thought.

Many of my friends had crushes on Scott.

Scott loved holidays so much.  I remember Halloweens when we would have a spooke house in the basement.  Scott would be in a vampire costume in a coffin and sit up and scare people when they walked by. 
     None of us can forget Christmas with Scott.   He was always the first awake, usually when it was still dark.  He would wake us up and we would all sit in the dark anticipating that first sunlight to wake up mom and dad and go downstairs to see what Santa left us.  I think he found as much joy in what others got, not just himself.  I remember one Christmas Eve when I had asked for a diamond ring.  Scott surprised me and bought me one.  It was just a little chip of a diamond but meant so much to me coming from him.  He beamed with delight in watching my reaction when I opened it.  I can still feel the strong hug he returned to me when I hugged him thanking him for this special gift.  This was the last Christmas of his life.

Another Christmas memory is all of the kids playing with mom's paper mache puppets.  We could not wait until those came out.  We would spend hours putting on skits and playing with those puppets.

I loved watching Scott play baseball.  I would walk down to the little league park on Monroe Ave. and cheer on Scott with my friends.  He got a little annoyed with us as we stood behind homeplate yelling at the top of our lunges when he was up to bat.  I guess we were somewhat distracting as he struck out and asked us not to cheer so loud next time.

I have many fond memories of driving in the blue Honda civic with Scott spending our summer evenings at Chucky Cheese.  We had the music blasting as we drove along singing with the radio.  He loved Phil Collins and "little ditty about jack and diane" by John Cougar Meloncamp.  We sang that song over and over that summer.  There was a soft serve ice cream by Chucky Cheese that we would frequent after all of our video game playing.

I'll always remember that little black and white TV that Scott put the coat hanger in for an antenna.  He would love to watch sports on that little set.  He always enjoyed one of his sisters spending the night on his bunk bed.

I remember all the kids going up to mom and dad's room to watch TV when they had their adult parties.  We could come down and say hello and have one cheese hor' derve(sp?) and than back upstairs.  We didn't mind as their room was the only one with A/C and it was a great place to be on warm summer nights.  I remember all the kids watched Disney every Sunday night.

When we were younger, I think of the many hours we spent as children in the basement playing with fisher price people, weebles and barbies.  Also making the maze for our hamster Teddy and to our surprise watching her collapse and die.

As I watch Scotty struggle with his hair and trying to make it lay flat, I think of the many mornings of Scott in the bathroom trying to get his hair to lay flat.  Either using our hair dryer or curling iron.  It was fun having Scott in there with all the girls trying to get ready in the morning.

As I think of memories of Scott, I think so much of my own children and realize how much Scott is apart of who I am, and I am passing this along to who they are becoming.  I think we will continue to see traits of Scott in our children as they go through life, isn't it wonderful, he is gone, but then again so much of him still lives on in all of us and now in our children.............


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