Karen; Thank you for those words about Reed. He lived in La Selva and was a freind to me. We would sometimes walk the beach from La Selva to Sunset exploring the cliffs. If we had spent too much time there he was known to spend hours trying to wash the dirt (tan) off. I also remember going to the Fox with him and my brother to see "The Guns of Navarone".
Karen Kelley (Lund)
Thank you, James, for giving another insight into the boy who was Reed Perry. I'm so happy you posted. Also, I'm so very happy to know Reed had a good friend like you and you had "adventures" while growing up in La Selva. You've made my day.
That's okay Mike -- after so many years of memories some of our rams are filled and we don't remember a lot of things after a good night's sleep. I'm sure some of us even get to meet new people everyday without even leaving the house.
I remember Reed Perry as a really nice guy. Thank you Reed for your ultimate sacrifice for your country! We are so proud of you and thank you for the bottom of our hearts.
If anyone knows what military branch he served I would love to add it to his profile. He deserves to be recognized for his selflish service and honored by all in our class.
Thank you Reed Perry. You are a hero to all of us!
I remember Reed pretty much the same as Karen, today is the first time I've heard that he was no longer with us. So sad. Reed, you were one of the good ones. You'll be missed. Thanks, Karen for such a lovely tribute, I remember you from 7th and 8th grade, Mr. Lee and Mr McChesney, funny the things one remembers after almost 60 years. I still remember what you wrote in my yearbook, the book is long gone, but your words are clear as a bell. Do you remember?
Thanks for the memories,
Ken Domries :o)
Everything I've read about Reed was true. He lived in "upper La Selva" on Loma Drive and I think we who knew him a bit closer used to call him Admiral as I think that was the brand of workd jeans he always wore.
May 25th, 2019
I'm so glad I came back to Reed Perry's memory page. Reading these tributes to him bring back his warmth, shyness, cute smile and dimples. You couldn't find a kinder, more innocent boy than Reed. Hearing him read a book report with that sweet, slow southern accent was a delight and a first for many of us. I remember you like it was yesterday, Reed. I so wish your life had been longer. You would have made a difference.