| CONDOLENCES (GuestBook) |
5/6/2021 Veronica Robinson
Roslindale, Ma, USA
Carol , Gail and Family, May Paul rest in the peace. I always enjoyed his friendly conversation on his walks around the neighborhood. He loved all of you dearly.
5/6/2021 Al and Kelly Staunton
Roslindale, Ma, USA
Our condolences to your family. Mr. Hackett was one funny Jake. We will always remember his fantastic stories. Rest In Peace Mr. Hackett, we know you're at peace with your beloved wife. Al, Kelly , Aiden and John Paul
5/7/2021 Kevin McCarey
Quincy , Ma, USA
I was saddened to hear of the loss of my friend and colleague Paul (The Luff) Hackett. Paul was a story teller and could entertain you with of his memories of the BFD. He was a man of different hats which he wore often. He should be commended for his (40) yr service to BFD. I send my condolences to Gail and the family and may he Rest In Peace and may the lord bless his soul and his beautiful wife Betty. God bless to you Paul
5/7/2021 Mary Walsh
West Roxbury, MA, United States
Gail, I am sorry to hear your dad passed. I was lucky to get to know him when I was working in physical therapy at the German Centre. He was quite the character. Such a gentleman. My condolences to you and your family. Mary Walsh
5/8/2021 Klempa family
Norwood, MA,
Carol and Gail, we are sorry for the loss of your father.He was a great neighbor and a good man. Our condolences to your family. The Klempa family.
5/10/2021 Vin collins
Braintree, MA., United States
To Paul’s family sorry for your loss RIP Paul. Co-worker @FAC Vin Moose Collins
5/22/2021 Joan Lynch
Roslindale, MA, United States
Just heard of Paul's passing. He was truly one of a kind, loved listening to his stories. I will miss him, Rip my friend. xoxo
6/18/2021 Ann Albrecht
Chocorua, NH, USA
Dear Paul Hackett's Family: I'm so sorry for the loss of this wonderful man. I saw his name in The Voice of the Retired Public Employees as I am a retired Boston teacher. From 1952 to 1955, I was Paul's next door neighbor on Rexhame Street in Roslindale. All the Hacketts were our good friends. At the time, I was being raised by my grandparents Walter and Anna Cockshaw, at 31 Rexhame Street, along with my two cousins, Norma and Joan. In 1955, my mother remarried, and I moved to Chocorua NH, never seeing Paul again but never forgetting him, either. We three girls were ages 6 to 12 during the four years I was there, and we thought Paul to be the nicest and handsomest man we had ever seen, handsomer, even, than the movie stars we saw every Saturday at the Rialto Theater in Roslindale Square. Whenever he was out working in the Hackett's beautiful backyard, three little girls would suddenly appear on the other side of the fence, loving every minute of seeing him and talking with him as he worked. What was especially wonderful about knowing Young Mr. Hackett, as we called him, was that on hot, humid summer days, he brought his fire truck to Rexhame Street and opened the hydrant so that we could get cool. He alerted us ahead of time because some of the children liked to put on their bathing suits. I don't think Paul knew that he outlived at least five of those young boys and girls, including my cousins, Norma and Joan, who played and pranced in those refreshing waters of the hydrant. In those days, there were no MDC pools, and often people said that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. That wasn't true, actually. We tried that with a whole dozen eggs we sneaked out of the refrigerator but made a huge mess instead in front of Mrs. Wagner's house. It was Paul's father, Old Mr. Hackett, who came to our rescue with hoses for the cleanup. We loved that whole family. Theresa, Paul's sister, a nurse, used to stop by when we were sick to take our temperature. We loved her tender loving care. Old Mr. Hackett and my grandmother once a week brought out the hoses, brooms, and barrels so we children who wanted to participate could clean the sidewalks and gutters and earn spending money. Old Mr. Hackett made sure every family of children had a good ball for Boston Street Squash, and my grandmother made sure every girl had roller skates. We almost always played on the street or on the sidewalks. However, for us little girls, Paul, or Young Mr. Hackett, was the perfect example of the type of man we wanted to know when we grew up. I didn't see Paul again after 1955, but I never forgot him or his exceptional family. Paul Hackett of Rexhame Street was a wonderful man from this lovely and loving family. By the way, my great-grandfather, Johann Conrad Albrecht, designed and built the German Club in West Roxbury which I believe was mentioned in the obituary. Sincerely, Ann Albrecht Chocorua NH 03817