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In Loving Memory of
Joseph E. Keller
Lost to a Low Head Dam
Learn How to protect your children by clicking on the link below
MFWSC

June 01, 1980 to Aug. 21, 1994

My mom is a member of MFWSC click on the link to learn about Low Head Dams

On Jan. 01, 1999 Governor Ridge signs Dam Safety Bill In my memory.

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

Joe was that friend. He lost his life saving his firend.
It is amazing what some will do when a friend is in need.

My Parents belong to the
The Compassionate Friends

My mom is a member of the Drowning Support Network

Joe was an organ donor
visit the Gift of Life

Joe's quilt at the Transplant buddies site
transplant buddies quilt

Janet Keller on her son Joe
The Accident of Joseph Edward Keller

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Reasons for Rainbows
A BaseBall Song
By: J. Patrick Lewis
Taken from the BaseBall Almanac

There was an Old Man of Late Summer
Met a Winter Boy out of the blue,
And he whisked him away
From the city one day
Just to show him what country boys do.

He taught him three whys of a rooster,
And he showed him two hows of a hen.
Then he’d try to bewitch him
With curveballs he’d pitch him
Again and again and again.

He taught him the reason for rainbows,
And he showed him why lightning was king,
Then he fingered the last ball—
A wicked hop fastball—
He threw to the plate on a string.

Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad
Spent the light of each day—every moment they had—
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.

But when that Old Man of Late Summer
Met the Winter Boy out of the blue,
He said to him, “Son,
You can pitch, you can run,
But to hit here is what you must do:

• Just pretend that the stick on your shoulder
  Is as wide as a bald eagle’s wing.
  You’re a bird on a wire
  And your hands are on fire—
  But you’re never too eager to swing.

  Stand as still as a rabbit in danger,
  Watch the pitch with the eyes of a cat.
  What will fly past the mound—
  Unforgettable sound—
  Is the ball as it cracks off the bat.”

Oh, the Old Summer Man and the Young Winter Lad
Spent the light of each day—every moment they had—
In the wind and the rain, or the late summer sun,
Where he taught him to pitch and he taught him to run
In the wind and rain and the late summer sun.

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