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George E. Menerey

George E. Menerey, 87 of Glassboro, N.J. passed away Monday, Oct. 24, 2005.  Born in Lansing, Mich. he was a lifetime resident of the Glassboro/Pitman area. Mr. Menerey served with the Army during World War II in the Pacific Theater of War from 1941 to 1945.  He was the vice president and manager of J.T. Abbott and Son Hardware in Glassboro from 1954 to 1983, when he retired.

George was one of the founding members of the Original Hobo Band of Pitman.  He enjoyed gardening, his cats, college football, woodworking, building furniture and going out to dinner with family and friends.  He was a very devoted father, grandfather and great grandfather and will be sadly missed by friends and family alike.

George is survived by his children Gus Menerey (Trudy) and Leah Cole (Franklin) of Glassboro; his grandchildren Laurie Bonjo (Jeff), Gretchen Demko (Fred), Hollie Walker (Daniel), Meredith Menerey (Adam Paige) and Franklin A. Cole; and his great grandchildren Forest Bonjo, Eden Bonjo, Hailey Demko, Isaac Walker, Ruby Walker and Avery Paige.

A celebration of George’s life will be held on Sunday, Oct. 30, 2005 from 3 to 6 p.m. in the Hobo Hall, 690 Lambs Road, Pitman, N.J.  Family and friends are invited to attend.  The family would appreciate contributions in lieu of flowers, to the Founder’s Scholarship Fund of the Hobo Band, PO Box 31, Pitman, NJ 08071. Arrangements are by the MATHIS FUNERAL HOME OF GLASSBORO.

Published in the Gloucester County Times on 10/27/2005.
Reprinted with Permission of The Gloucester County Times and NJ.COM

An Original Hobo

Hobos came and hobos went
for sixty years in all.
They marched and sat and strolled and played
on streets, and at the hall.

One thing always remained the same
at park, parade and fair --
Whenever a trumpet needed playing
George was always there.

The hobos have a lasting bond
from all their years together.
The friendships made o’er all the years
they think will last forever.

But hobos come and hobos go.
Why, some are not yet born.
With each new life there comes an end,
a time for friends to mourn.

With sadness in our hearts today
we say "so long" again.
For one of us has left this earth
new crowds to entertain.

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