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In Memory

John C. Snyder

John C. Snyder

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04/06/11 05:23 PM #1    

Peggy Bulmahn (Mungovan)

I know it was many years ago, but I knew John ever since our family moved onto Roscommon Drive in 1968!.  John and his family lived down the street and they had the greatest in-ground swimming pool with real cabanas!  We would spend many afternoons at the Snyder's and John was just as sweet as could be.  Having gone to grade school with both John and Mike, it was a very sad time learning of their untimely deaths in high school.  

04/07/11 08:31 PM #2    

Kevin Scott

John was one of my first friends when my family moved from New York to Indiana and I started Holy Cross in third grade.  He, Mike Zolman, Mike Wolff, Martin Fischer (and later Allen Moreland) used to hang out on the playground together.  John was one of the absolute nicest people I have ever known.  He was very pure of heart and someone that others looked up to.  When he and Mike Z. had their scuba diving accident, I was devastated.

04/22/11 10:34 AM #3    

Michael Wolff

I grew up with John. We spent so much time together all through Holy Cross and the short time at Concordia. He was part of my inner circle. John, Mike Zolman, Brent Boyer and Kevin Scott.

I reflect more and more as time goes by.  I still miss John and Mike greatly and it suprises me how much sometimes.

I do look forward to seeing John again.

04/28/11 09:17 PM #4    

Cheryl Dickerson (Gilliom)

Went to grade school with John.  I can't not forget John and Mike Zolman as almost every year for the past 25 years as my family travels through and stays in the small Canadian town where the tragic scuba diving accident happened.  Town natives that I have spoken with recall the accident.  As I leave town on the ferry and go out onto the waters I think of them both knowing they are now living in glory with our Lord in heaven.

05/02/11 06:17 PM #5    

Janet Jordan (Altmeyer)

I remember John and Mike's service as we in the choir attempted to sing "Children of the Heavenly Father."  We watched our classmates, still so young, acting as pall bearers. A few years later when Martin died I could not utter even get one word of the hymn, and all of the grief of Mike and John came flooding back.

I still remember the harmonies the altos sang and every so often I can at least hum that touching hymn, knowing that these three boys were truly kind, bright, young people - rare gems with whom we had the privilege of growing up- if not growing old.

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