One day my Aunt advised me to visit a 'nice man named Bob Dineen who knew a whole lot about Hampton' (you see, my great-grandfather was Hampton's Justice of the Peace eons ago and I wanted to know more about him). My mother and I knocked on Dr. Dineen's door and were warmly greeted by a tall man with the blue-est of eyes and a bright smile. Sitting in his beautiful living room, Bob shared his extensive knowledge and memory of the 'good ol days in Hampton'...it turned out that HIS father Frank Dineen and MY great-grandfather Wm. Fitzgibbon made the news together back around 1902?...over a missing flag that was used to stop trains coming through on Sundays! It was a great story and Bob took great joy in telling it. I went back to visit Bob last year and was glad to see that he was still living in the home he loved. Tonight though I had a feeling and Google'd his name....the sad news appeared. I didn't know Bob very long but he brought an entire century to light for me. I'll miss him.</b></font><br><br>
