Ninth Generation

178. Andrew REGESTER was born on 16 January 1905 in Providence, RI.⁶⁸ He died in July 1985 at the age of 80 in Providence, RI. He was buried in 1st Avenue, East Greenwich, RI. At the time of his death, he was residing at 2910 Cranston St., Providence, RI. They had no children. Social Security no. 037-18-2871.

Here's a description of Andrew Regester by Don Haslam (2002):

"Andy. What do you want to know about him? He worked for my Dad for years.
The Name of the business was Haslam Heating Co, 797 Eddy St., Providence 5,
RI Phone -Williams 1-7770. Of course, today we would have to insert a zip
code and use 941-7770. Generally quiet. Low key. Taught me a lot about the
heating business that my dad never did. He was like an old maid about
doing things. He had his pace and you weren't about to change it. Would
drive the same car for years. Eve didn't have a car. She depended on Andy.
And depend on him she could. Everybody could depend on Andy. He had a good
sense of humor. After work he would take his "frock" tool box and his "Hash
Bucket" and unlock the trunk of his car (about a ' 50 Chevy 2 door pillared
coupe, jet black and waxed) and put them in there in a neat orderly fashion.
In fact everything in the trunk was in total order You could have eaten out
of it. He'd take a new "deck" of cigarettes from the lunch box, and open it
carefully, put the wrappings away, (the trunk lid is still open and remember
this is back when the bottom of the trunk was dead level with the rear
bumper) and light up a cigarette. If someone was there he would converse in
his laid back quiet manner. If alone left alone he would quietly enjoy his
"smoke" and then he would go home to Eve. You could set your clock to his
coming to work and leaving. They were in my opinion a devoted couple. Had
they ever had any children, they would have been the perfect parents. There
was a kindness to both that you hardly ever see any more.

Andy was an avid and I mean avid stream fisherman. And damn good. He is the
one that took me fishing for the very first time. I did go with him, but not
a lot. I think I was always too impatient for him and not quiet enough. I
was and still am a "Question Box". It didn't make any difference what the
weather was, he would go every Saturday morning. Today people would call him
a neat freak, but I thank him for teaching me the respect for my property and
taking proper care of it. And he was equally possessive of his property.
If you borrowed something, you put it back exactly where you got it from and
clean, or you lost all borrowing privileges. I know. I learned the hard
way.

Now check out with your dad Did he ever hear talk about a kid called
"Ducky"? If so, I'm "Ducky". Andy named me that when I was about four or
five and he never called me anything but "Ducky". Everybody else called me
Donny (I go by Don now), but not Andy. It was if I didn't have any other
name. Eve would call me Donny, but Andy refused to. As I sit here and type
this a sense of pride swells up inside of me a tear comes to my eye. Only if
you could have known him."

EVA was buried in 1st Avenue, East Greenwich, RI.