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ANDREW DULSKY
Nov. 29, 1912
July 26, 1999

Andrew R. Dulsky, of Dulsky Road, Tunkhannock, died Monday at his residence.

Born Nov. 29, 1912, in Chase, Jackson Township, he was the son of the late Michael and Hedwig Dulsky.

He was employed as a coal miner in various mines throughout the Wyoming Valley and operated a dairy farm in Northmoreland Township, Wyoming County.
He was a member of the Wyoming County Dairymen's League and Blessed Sacrament R.C. Church, Centermoreland.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Helen Rezykowski Dulsky; grandson, Charles Dulsky; brothers, Henry, Benjamin and John Dulsky.

Surviving are sons, Andrew Jr. and Charles Dulsky, both of Tunkhannock; daughter, Helen Sudosky, Dallas; sisters, Mary Houl, Vestal, N.Y.; Sally Smith, Exeter; Helen Polisky, Unionville, Conn.; Wilda Urban, Manchester, Conn.; six grandchildren; and 10 great-grandchildren.

Funeral services will be at 9 a.m. Thursday from the Sheldon-Kukuchka Funeral Home, 73 W. Tioga St., Tunkhannock, with a Mass of Christian Burial at 10 a.m. in Blessed Sacrament R.C. Church, Centermoreland.

Interment will be in Mount Olivet Cemetery, Carverton, Kingston Township.


Rain On The Scarecrow
John Cougar Mellencamp

Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand Sometimes I hear her singing

"Take me to the Promised Land" When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow.......