May God bless you and your...
My first memory of Arthur was when he, Stan, and their father were driving up the hill in the old paint truck. They were unloading the supplies in the barn and cleaning the brushes. I'm not sure how old I was it could have been early 60's. What stood out in my young boy's mind was the number of spots they all had on their overhalls. Arthur always greeted me well, in spite of me being just a kid. I can remember everyone speaking highly of him. I'm sorry for your loss and not posting...
Mark Racic
June 20, 2020 | Durham, NH