Jeff became my first Berkshire landlord when I moved here in 1988. He was cheerful and resourceful, with a can-do attitude. The property was a quaint and charming guest house on East Main in Stockbridge, and had outbuildings full of old chairs hanging from the collar ties. Jeff lived in the main house just across the driveway. In the busyness of life we saw little of Jeff, but he always came through when we needed him. My housemate asked for a washer and dryer, amenities previously absent--done. When the price of gas spiked in the winter, I asked if I could install a woodstove--no problem. The Walk to Prevent Homelessness was routed down East Main Street that year, and as I walked past I saw throngs of people in our driveway. There was Jeff and his chairs, and considerably more stuff. I stepped out of the walk briefly to see a wonderful yard sale in progress, Jeff in his glory. When the walk was over, I came home to find a few treasures left, and still have a set of retro tea bag holders from that day.
God bless Jeff Winslow.