Thor was re- introduced to me by a young friend, and I only lived a few blocks away from his parents house on 43 street. He had been around the outskirts of my life periodically between his trips to Alaska, Morocco and the communes in Northern Cal. and Oregon. He was the best big brother stand-in for me. I can't remember when he appeared but I met him and then met one of his friends named Holly Gruenwald another fast friend who came from Piedmont. Thors', Father and he were always fighting, like Norse Gods and that year and the weather was full of terrible storms which my friends and I attributed to the 2 Thors. I was living on 44th St and Thor knew of this duplex on 43rd St down the street from his parents' house that was available and I rented it, and it was the place Thor came instead of going home IF he was too drunk. He had had a friend that had a loose partnership with him called Frick and Frack and they did house painting and cement repair. When his buddy died the business fell apart. There is a proven fact that painters who drank and painted got liver disease early, like a few Impressionists. Thor got rolled and beaten one night behind the local wateringhole and had half his nose torn off and lay helpless for many hours while the blood drained down his throat and when he woke up and was unaware he was really hurting I stopped him as he stumbled past my house and tried to get him to go to the E.R., but he refused. Many weeks later he got sicker and I took him to the E.R. in Berk. and they admitted him because they saw something in his lung and needed to test him for T.B.; but he was cleared and he went home. Several weeks later his Mother called me hysterical that Thor was acting strange and she didn't know what to do and when she told me what was happening to him I got her to call 911 and when the techs got there by their description Thor was having a Grand Mal seizure and later they thought he he had a cerebral hemorage that appeared to be a slow build up of blood from the blows to his head that he got when he was rolled many months earlier. The hospital declared him clinically dead, but his Mother did not want to believe them :she finally realized he was gone. His Mother didn't want any service but his Sisters and Brother and Niece and Nephew wanted to celebrate him, so we put together a little Memorial at Lake Temescal and got together and crafted a paper bag boat and put his picture in it and set it on fire and the wind blew the burning boat across the lake and we all held on to each other and sent him off to Valhalla.
Susan Ingraham (Green)
Thor was re- introduced to me by a young friend, and I only lived a few blocks away from his parents house on 43 street. He had been around the outskirts of my life periodically between his trips to Alaska, Morocco and the communes in Northern Cal. and Oregon. He was the best big brother stand-in for me. I can't remember when he appeared but I met him and then met one of his friends named Holly Gruenwald another fast friend who came from Piedmont. Thors', Father and he were always fighting, like Norse Gods and that year and the weather was full of terrible storms which my friends and I attributed to the 2 Thors. I was living on 44th St and Thor knew of this duplex on 43rd St down the street from his parents' house that was available and I rented it, and it was the place Thor came instead of going home IF he was too drunk. He had had a friend that had a loose partnership with him called Frick and Frack and they did house painting and cement repair. When his buddy died the business fell apart. There is a proven fact that painters who drank and painted got liver disease early, like a few Impressionists. Thor got rolled and beaten one night behind the local wateringhole and had half his nose torn off and lay helpless for many hours while the blood drained down his throat and when he woke up and was unaware he was really hurting I stopped him as he stumbled past my house and tried to get him to go to the E.R., but he refused. Many weeks later he got sicker and I took him to the E.R. in Berk. and they admitted him because they saw something in his lung and needed to test him for T.B.; but he was cleared and he went home. Several weeks later his Mother called me hysterical that Thor was acting strange and she didn't know what to do and when she told me what was happening to him I got her to call 911 and when the techs got there by their description Thor was having a Grand Mal seizure and later they thought he he had a cerebral hemorage that appeared to be a slow build up of blood from the blows to his head that he got when he was rolled many months earlier. The hospital declared him clinically dead, but his Mother did not want to believe them :she finally realized he was gone. His Mother didn't want any service but his Sisters and Brother and Niece and Nephew wanted to celebrate him, so we put together a little Memorial at Lake Temescal and got together and crafted a paper bag boat and put his picture in it and set it on fire and the wind blew the burning boat across the lake and we all held on to each other and sent him off to Valhalla.