Sunday, April 2, 2017
Maurice was friends with my grandfather, Walter McGibbon, many years ago. I met him when he had his boat at the St. Lawrence. He took my cousins and I water skiing. He invited us to visit him at the farm in Dickinson. It was a typical bachelor's house. We ended up cleaning, painting, buying furniture and curtains for him. He had a convertible that he let us drive to Malone to shop. My cousins, Shirley and Linda Stark, and I, had a grand time and lots of laughs with Maurice. I have a picture of him driving me and my school friends from the Future Homemakers of America in the Winter Carnival in Malone in the early 1960s. It was left out of his obit that he lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico for quite a few years where he went to auctioneer school and worked as an auctioneer. When I married in 1965, he gave us a beautiful red tulip shaped glass orb on a stand from New Mexico. I still have it today. When I visited him in Helena, near the river, he shared his poems with me. They were very thoughtful. He had a great attitude toward life and I remember him fondly.
Only You Can Make The Right Choice.