In that pile of paperwork I came across three recommendations that my dad must have brought with him when he came to Canada in April of 1963. I had to chuckle at the wording of this one. He obviously didn't come to work drunk, got there on time and put in a full day:)
He was fun loving guy and was game to try just about anything.
He was a bricklayer for 13 years in Canada before making a major life change when he was 51.
Ten years later he died out on his sailboat. Meredith was two years old.
I wish my kids could have grown up knowing him.