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This is a place to collect stories and pictures, to share experiences, and remember Amby. Please direct any memories or images for posting to ethan.sletteland@gmail.com

Posted by Kim at 10:17pm on Wednesday the 19th of March, 2008

Posted by Kim at 10:15pm on Wednesday the 19th of March, 2008

Posted by Jamie at 9:49am on Wednesday the 19th of March, 2008

My brother is my bestfriend.  I always loved and appreciated the relationship that Rose and Ambrose had.  It was something I could relate to. 
Rose, I'd love to talk to you soon.  If you see this, please email me... jamieleenewman@gmail.com
"Do unto others as you would want them to do to you..." 

Posted by Rose at 10:12pm on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

 Ambrose was born in a van my mother was driving to the hospital while in labor. My dad had to work overtime and she went into labor too soon.  His big head poppped out while she was driving. 

When she finally got to the hospital Ambrose had to be seperated from all the other babies because he was not "born in a sterile enviornment" like the hopsital.  So even from the beginning Ambrose was special. 

Posted by Rose at 8:37pm on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

 While Amby was 9 years old, Simon two years older, and me in my first year of high school (which I hated) we all got together as a family on the weekends to play soccer, or make an adventure in the woods we lived near, or play freeze tag.  It was what I looked forward to all school week.

One day, while at the Eastern Shore in Maryland we (Simon, Ambrose, and I) decided to climb the oyster shell pile next to our property.  Besides this oyster shell company being a major eye sore, it's also private property for a reason- it can be dangerous to run around with machines going, things swinging, and the most dangerous thing of all was the mountain- yes mountain of oyster shells.

Climbing this oyster shell pile is illegal- earlier that year a man was killed doing so, and also they have an employee on staff just to detain people like us- the law breakers.  So I guess you could say this was the first time we willfully decided to break the law in return for having fun.

We had code names:  Mine was Jennifer, Simon's I can't remember, and Ambrose was "Micheal".  I know Ambrose was Micheal because I screamed it so many times that day.

Oyster shells are sharp, them move when you step on them, your feet get trapped in the holes made by climbing them, and most of all, the wind at the top of this mountain of shells is so strong, that's what to fear most- it will knock you off.  That's who that man died earlier that year.

So me, as Jennifer, Simon (as some forgetable name) and Ambrose as Micheal started our treck.  God it was fun breaking rules like that.  We played 'king of the mountain' and pushed each other down, then we started upward.  I was scared but tried to act cool. 

We were spotted before we even got half way up- and I still remember the wind knocking me all over the place midway up this pile of shells.  So all three of us started to panic, and we all ran helter-skelter down the mountain and for our lives.  Ambrose gave us away.

I kept yelling, "Not that way Micheal, run with us..."  But he got caught- pulled by the shirt.  I had to run in to rescue him.  The man asked our names and I said right away, "This is my brother Micheal" to which Ambrose, probably really scared, starred blankly.  "Micheal why did we do that...Micheal..."  Then finally I said oh hell, "His name is Ambrose, I'm Rose, and this is Simon".  The man gave us a lecture and let us go- but wrote our names down.

We never tried to climb it again, but it was one of the funnest days of my childhood.  To have adventures like that one, with my brothers and Julie, got me through all the fighting and racism, and class system of high school.  We were innocent then.