With deepest sympathies to the Houghton Family, The most vivid memories I have of my childhood are waking up on a summers morning to the distant sound of the Bradford drum line coming down 65th and turning on to 3 Ave. I would throw my clothes on quickly and race out to meet them as they got to Eichelman park. I would follow the band as far as my parents would allow, which was usually right about your house. I could still tell you what were my favorite pieces the band played, Latina was it? And could probably reenact most of the field drill Bradford performed at Round up. To this day I still love marching bands and I didn't even go to Bradford, I was at St. Joe's with the weakest band in history. I wasn't even in Mr Houghton's school district and yet he affected my life profoundly. We waited excitedly every summer for the ice cream social, what a wonderful way to bring the community together. Mr Houghton was an invaluable asset to Kenosha and an inspiration to all. My thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of sorrow. Sincerely, Annie Heller Wetherbee