Remembering Reese Henry
The good people of Aspen once again prove they are humble and appreciative. My father, Reese Henry, worked and lived in Aspen for almost 50 years. He started his accounting business in 1964, bringing to it his unique high ethical and moral standards. He expected his family, business associates and clients to act accordingly. Through the years, he and his associates and partners built the company one client at a time into what it is today — the well-respected Reese Henry and Co.
Reese wanted his legacy to be that he helped others achieve their dreams and, by doing so, was leaving this world a better place. By meeting his friends, clients and associates, and listening to the heartwarming stories about him, I believe he accomplished his goal.
Sadly, he passed away in May, and his memorial was held at Aspen Highlands this month. It was well-attended, and I had the special opportunity of being “reintroduced” to my father by way of other people’s special memories. He was well-respected and loved by many and will be sorely missed.
I would like to thank each and every person who attended Reese’s memorial for making this a real “celebration” of his life. He would have enjoyed the party immensely.
I, on the other hand, will cherish each and every story that was told that day and remember him as being so much more than just my father.
Lea Ann Henry Fienup
In praise of the Aspen Elks Lodge
Almost nine years ago, I gave birth to twin boys during an emergency cesarean section. Mark was born first, and the doctors were afraid we were going to lose him. During the next two months, things stayed firmly in the “worse” camp as he overcame meningitis, brain hemorrhages, eye surgeries and other close calls. We understood we were lucky to have him be alive.
Today, Mark is an active child with mild cerebral palsy, which makes him a little smaller and a little slower than his peers. He has always loved sports and especially football. We never dreamed that he would be able to participate, always just expecting him to be a fan on the sidelines.
The Aspen Elks Lodge-sponsored peewee football team accepted Mark as a member of the team. The coaching staff is excellent, the uniforms are amazing, and the venues are truly a sight to behold.
When I was told that Mark probably would not survive and most likely would not walk, I never allowed myself to fantasize about him in a football jersey. Today, thanks to the Elks Lodge’s generous sponsorship, I have photos of Mark in an Aspen jersey — and not just as a fan but as a player.
Thank you to everyone who has made this day possible!
Football has been good to peewees
My name is Pearse Stainton, and I am in third grade. I wrote this, but my mom typed it for me. (The words are all his but with translation by me, Mom.)
I wanted to thank everyone who makes it possible for me to play football. These good people include coach K (coach Ketchum), coach Vintsint (coach Vincent) and coach Ron Morehead. Special thanks go to Aspen Elks Lodge No. 224; Blair Elliott and his Parks Department crew; John Bangley, the high school athletic director; and Keith Bulicz, of the Aspen Recreation Department. Without you, we wouldn’t have uniforms, fields to practice and play on, coaches who care about us or any clue how to play well. You guys are the best.
What I love most about Mountain West Youth Football is that it teaches me how to be part of a team and tackle safely. I learned I should not tackle their chest. Get them by their waist. Coach K teaches me how to be polite to my elders by saying, “Yes, Sir” or “Yes, ma’am,” and showing respect. Look people in the eye. My teammates work hard to get it all done, and we have fun doing it.
I know what it means to be part of a team, and it feels good. My mom says I am better at my chores now, too, so she is happy. I guess I am part of my family’s team, too.
Aspen Country Day School, third grade
Praise for Annette’s Mountain Bake Shop
If you’re an advocate of our mom-and-pop establishments, this is one not to miss! Annette’s Mountain Bake Shop is top-drawer!
When I first walked in, out of curiosity, I was immediately reminded of the European pastries of my happy childhood. As luck would have it, I miraculously was drawn to a pastry called kouign amann.
Not knowing what it would taste like, I took a chance, bought it and ate it, and I am now forever hooked! I still don’t know how to pronounce the name correctly. However, I was compelled to research the history of such an amazing, delicious treat.
It is a round, crusty cake made with dough, sugar and butter. The name is derived from the Breton words for cake (kouign) and butter (amann). It is the specialty of the town of Douarnenez in Finistere, Brittany, where it originated around 1860. Apparently, it is not very easy to make; however, Annette nailed it!
But that is only one of the delectable items to be found at Annette’s.
There is so much more, and you will know what I’m talking about once you enter her magical bake shop. Where do you find Annette’s? In Aspen on the “sunny” side of the Hyman Avenue mall!
Check it out — you won’t be disappointed!
Carole Gunther Cottrell
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