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They had a nice home in Glenwood although not a sumptuous one.  They belonged to the Erie Club and the Erie Yacht Club, where they had an 18-foot Seagull class sloop. They were both natives of Butler, Pennsylvania.  Lee had gone to the University of Pittsburgh while Rosamond had attended Wooster, our Pete's college. Lee thoroughly enjoyed drinking but I can't recall ever seeing him give any evidence of having had anything at all; he seemed to have absolutely unlimited capacity, which may have been due in part to his large size. Rosamond was a light imbiber. Lee had a fine sense of humor but not a bawdy one. He was a great reader but his real hobby was raising flowers at which he was expert. He and Rosamond enjoyed historical travel, that is, going places where history had been made, and they took annual auto trips all over the country for this purpose but never went abroad. During Willie's trip to Alaska in 1957, she ran into Lee and Rosamond at Mt. McKinley National Park at the railroad station. This was probably as far afield as they ever went except possibly a trip to Mexico. Rosamond was an ardent and expert photographer and had a Leica with which she took exceptionally fine pictures, particularly on their travels. Lee had a movie camera and took a good many movie shots also but his photographic talent was no match for his gardening expertise.  He and Rosamond would frequently have the gang in to see the pictures of their latest trip.  Rosamond's would be superb but Lee's movies often brought down the house, not by intent but usually inadvertence. One memorable series of shots he'd taken from the back of a mule as they rode down a trail into the depths of the Grand Canyon and all that could be seen for long stretches was the line of mules' posteriors winding away from the very prominent one in the foreground as they dropped away toward the canyon floor. Lee was a pretty good sailor and was partially responsible for our decision to buy our Star boat in 1947 as a result of taking Willie and me out for a thrilling sail in their Seagull during the 1946 season when it was suddenly beginning to dawn on us that our Old Town wasn't going to keep us satisfied. I always looked forward to a party at the Tarnos because they were warm, happy affairs, and both Rosamond and Lee were always very thoughtful in planning them and seeing they were carried out so the guests would have a good time. Also there was always plenty to drink and lots of time to drink it followed by good eats. Everything was informal. You went into the kitchen and did your own bartending. A good time was had by all from beginning to end. We all took turns entertaining the club including husbands occasionally and the Tarno parties were in the most violent contrast with the Harris ones. The latter sounds as though the Harris parties were stuffy and they were. The Harris system was to have us all at the Kahkwa Club for the affair, which sounds very ritzy and liberal until the details are comprehended. You paid for your own drinks and meal and Walter Harris kept a meticulous record on this and