I never knew him; he died before we moved here. When we first noticed his small, two-room, shotgun home it was already being taken over by unchecked vegetation.
The interior was, as they say, just as he left it,
right down to the calendar that still displayed the month and year that he left.
With permission from the heirs, community volunteers have now cleared the overgrown vegetation around the house, removed the contents from inside, and repainted the outside.
Joe's spring bulbs are now up and flowering. Soon the big cherry tree will fill with blossoms, and then the lilac, Rose of Sharon, and Gladiolus will follow. Once again they will be welcome color in the village.