Bob was (presumably
is, but we lost track of him after he retired to CA) the oldest of Elizabeth's father's 3 younger brothers. Besides Paul, he was my only relative
with a career as a research scientist. We got to know him and his wife Maude in the late 1980s, early 1990s. We stayed with them in Buffalo once or twice, and they stayed with us in Woodbridge and Brookline once or twice. They actually lived on Grand Island, a very large island just downstream from Niagra Falls, and right across from Love Canal (uh, oh). They were extremely pleasant people, and we miss them. Here they are in our livingroom in Woodbridge:
I wrote in my
Bruges post that they had to take turns doing the "take the visitors to the falls" thing. We were lucky enough to get both of them, though.
Again, in Woodbridge. Notice I'm tastefully drinking an Anchor Steam. Bob has a Schlitz. You can take the boy out of Buffalo, but...
