TED CAREY

I am the brother of Dianne Lynch, a good friend of Ted's sister Ann.
We spent two summers at "Camp Carey On" at Red Head. I shared the little cabin with Ted those two summer holiday times, displacing Fred to the main house, and we had a ball. Those two weeks were filled with squirel and crow hunting, using the sit on tractor as our jungle pursuit vehicle to haul us and our hunting gear through the woods. Ted was two years my senior and took the time to teach me all about gun safety, we basically shot everything that moved those days. He would have been like 15 and I 13 at that time. We camped out on the Bass River one weekend, amazing we survived that one, and one night we borrowed a go-cart from a neighbors porch and dove it in the dark on the old back roads of the camp, what a blast. He was instrumental in a young boy's life for establishing values and a respect for nature, I know it doesn't sound like it but lessons learned have endured to this day. Thanks to him I would never had learned tennis, played baseball, had midnight corn boils on the beach, late night high tide swims or long treks over hot mud to chase sand peeps and do belly slides on Minas Basin low tide mud flats. It sounds like he had a great bunch of kids, so just to let you know he had influences prior to you gacing his name. My condolances and best wishes to his family. Paul Lynch, Ottawa