He was what could be described as the perfect Uncle. Never an unkind word, always ready and able to help you. He had the deepest most boisterous laugh I ever heard. He had a handshake like a pair of vice grips at (age 90).
My favorite memories are running on top of the peat moss at the hardware store and having the soda machine opened for us on every visit.
He was a great friend to my dad and my dad treasured him. He built the kitchen cabinets at the house in Greenwood Lake. The most perfect knotty pines I have ever seen.He worked his entire life helping others do jobs right.
He raised his own family and took on the Robbins boys without blinking. I remember Aunt Ruthie when the Perry family and Worths all lived together above the hardware store.Sacrifice is something that came easy for him.
Lastly, he took a few of us boys to the Playboy Club in Mt. Vernon one afternoon. He had a drink and we had cokes. It was one of the coolest events of my teenage life.
I was blessed to see him this past summer and am content to know he is heaven with all his brother in laws who were part of the a generation that will not be matched for their contribution and sacrifice for friends and family.