James Watson

As a child, he was always Mr. Watson to me, ever welcoming me to his home. He made funny noises to make us girls laugh. He treated us to meals and rides to fun places like skiing - ever the gentleman and the generous host. I remember him riding his motorcycle around Parkwood hills now and then. The other Dads in their cars just didn´t seem to be as cool. He always brought his daughter, my dear friend Beth, a doll from each of his travels with Mrs. Watson, so Beth had a lovely doll collection....

Offering our deepest condolences during this difficult time.