My dad spent his entire life in South Connellsville except the years he was in the USAF. Born in 1935 dad made a home, raised a family and made a living in South Connellsville. He swam the river and if you know where to look, you can find his name carved on slant rock across from the beach. He was a founding member of the Rod and Gun club and an avid outdoorsman and sportsman. Dad never really wanted to live anywhere else. Dad came down with cancer. He was in Latrobe hospital for a while. When he learned that he would not live much longer, dad insisted that he be brought home to die in the home where he was born. I got to visit with dad in the hospital and he told me stories of his youth and of growing up in South Connellsville. I enjoyed that time. We brought dad home on a Monday and I got to spend a few days with him at home. He was at peace. Dad passed on that Friday having his wish granted to die where he was born, in the house and the town where he spent his life.