George Franklin Fry (1914) met Mary Lincoln Heins (born 1916) when they lived on the same street back in the early 1900s.  Childhood friends since the beginning, George and Mary were inseparable, exchanging letters when George went into the service.  Growing up very poor, Nana quit school in the 3rd grade to take care of her sibllings.  Pop had to quit in 8th grade to help the family financially working as a waterboy when they were building NJ Highway Route 29 and also took a job at Yellowstone National Park.

Married in 1938, they first gave birth to my mom, Joyce in 1939 and my uncle George in 1941.

My grandparents went through The Depression like most people their age but always managed to provide for their family.  Pop worked at Gould Battery for 38 years and Nana as a cook worked for The Lambertville House, a major hotel/inn in our town. I was very lucky to have grown up with my grandparents in our home unlike alot of kids.  I will never forget my grandfather's sense of humor or the way he would make faces at my mom when she turned her back.  Nana was always there every morning to make me breakfast, usually eggs and toast, and she'd ask "scrambled or poached" every morning.

My grandfather was an avid collector of "antiques" aka junk :)  People would stop by all the time to see if he has this or that.  Of course, it was never free.  "One man's junk is another man's treasure".

On February 26, 2002, fourteen days after her 86th birthday, Nana passed away at home with her family by her side.  My uncle came over and comforted my grandfather over the death of his "Lambie", by telling him God needed an angel in heaven to watch over all the children up there.

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On August 5, 2004, Pop died also at home at the age of 90.  My mom and I were by his side and I truly believe he knows we were there although he had spoken or really woken up for 2 days before his death. They would have been married 64 years when my grandfather passed away