It was my understanding that he was a great bowler. It was also apparent, by the many trophies that he loved to golf. He was a huge man with great big hands but gentle and caring. After one of the many snow storms, he and my sister Penny and myself, made a great snow man in the side yard. It included a place for my sister and I to sit for a picture.
Someone still has that picture.
I also remember the day he died. It was Christmas eve and my sister and I were watching Captain Kangaroo on TV in his living room. Dr. Thompson came to the house but it was too late. The town turned out after hearing the news. The out pouring of sympathy for our family was overwhelming.