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From the 1984 Cooperstown Central School Yearbook:

a scanned page from the 1984 yearbook that pays tribute to Anthony with several photos. In the middle it reads:  In loving memory of our friend Anthony Ray Gage.  Although he is not with us today his happiness and smiles will always have a special place in our memories.  We give this page to Anthony to show our appreciation of his friendship.
 

Poems Written with Anthony in Mind:

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a scanned image of his obituary:  Anthony Gage rites were held on Aug. 7 in Hartwick Church.  Hartwick – funeral services for Anthony R. Gage, 16, of East Main Street, Hartwick, were Aug. 7 in the Hartwick Baptist Church.  Burial was in Hartwick cemetery.  Anthony died Aug. 5 in Bassett Hospital after an illness of several months.  He was born March 24, 1966 in Oneonta.  Anthony attended Cooperstown High School and the Hartwick Baptist Church.  He was a member of the Boy Scouts in Hartwick.  He is survived by his father and step-mother, Gerald and Janice Gage of Hartwick; his mother, Mrs Judith Wright of Crystal Springs, Fla.; a grandmother, Mrs. Emily Thorn, Hartwick; a great-grandmother, Mrs. Leila Brown, Oneonta; a sister Jennifer Gage, Hartwick; and two brothers, Gerald E. Gage Jr., Hartwick and Christopher Wright, Crystal Springs.  Officiating at the services were pastor D. Fraher of the Hartwick Baptist church and the Rev. Stephen D. Rosendahl of the Hartwick United Methodist church.  Ingalls, Connel & Dow Funeral Home Cooperstown handled arrangements
a scanned image of his obituary:  My young 16 year old boy scout buddy, Anthony Gage, is gone.  He passed away quietly at Bassett Hospital early Aug. 5, never knowing how really ill he was.  How selfish we all really are.  I prayed each night that Anthony might recover to live a normal, healthy life.  What better place for Anthony than Heaven where the good Lord apparently had need of him, perhaps to work in his boy scout troop.  I think we really grieve for ourselves because we will not see that happy young active youth again in our lives.  But for those who remain behind, life goes on.  But the memories are always there.  I thank all who prayed for Anthony and his family and now I'll ask you to pray for his family.

Anthony was my boyfriend when I was fifteen . . . one day the principal summoned Anthony to his office, asking, is everything okay at home?  From what I remember, the gym teacher noticed quite a bit of bruising and reported it to the principal.  Everything was fine at home, no, he hadn't been beaten . . . he went to a doctor who discovered Leukemia . . . Anthony eventually stopped coming to school, though did come back for a short period . . . in many ways we drifted apart . . . I think the last time I saw him was during a hospitalization in the late Spring / early Summer . . . there were a couple of us there . . . I know Craig was there, though I'm not sure who else . . . that summer was wild as I began working for a traveling carnival . . . the carnival was in town for the Fourth of July celebrations . . . Candy, one of the carnival crew, injured her arm while making cotton candy so they needed a replacement . . . my friend Sue knew them [I don't remember how / why] and since I just turned sixteen [she was fifteen] they ended up hiring me . . . I remember running the Moonwalk, an air filled bouncefest, and getting crazily drunk . . . I began seeing Rick, a carnival employee they hired when they were in Oswego . . . eventually the weekend passed and Robin & Dave, the owners, asked me to accompany them . . . at first my step mother said no way though eventually said okay . . . Robin and Dave lived in Utica, NY and I stayed at their house . . . Rick stayed there too . . . between carnival gigs I would help out around the hose and baby-sit their sons, Mikey and DJ . . . I was supposed to sleep in the boy's room though after two days I began sleeping on the livingroom floor beside Rick as we could crank up the air conditioner . . . working with the carnival and living in Utica changed my life in many ways . . . at one point during the summer I received a phone call [I don't remember who called] telling me that Anthony was pretty ill so I made plans to go back to Cooperstown to see him . . . he died before I made it back . . . I was crushed that I never said good-bye and Anthony's death had a deep impact on me . . . sometime later Craig told me that he would always be pissed at me for not sleeping with Anthony, that it would have meant a lot to him . . . Anthony and I never discussed sex and I don't know why we didn't . . .

Anthony's yearbook message to me:  1980:

a scan of Anthony's message:  Connie, roses are red, violets are blue when I look in a toilet bowl I think of you.  Good luck in the years to come.  Anthony Gage

Anthony's yearbook message to me:  1982:

a scan of Anthony's message:  Conni, it was a real short year.  I am glad we are going out with each other.  I hope we are in the same grade next year.  I love you always, Anthony

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