Ken Manson
Uncle Donald, I only met you twice - in 1967 at your father's funeral when I was 13 and in 1984 when a friend and I visited Hawaii. I remember going to Sears to visit and you treated us to lunch. I had hoped to see you again when I went to Hawaii. I am glad my mother, Ruth, and father, Bob, were able to see you and my cousins, and you corresponded afterwards and sent photos of your family.
Ken Manson