I'll always remember "Gordie" as being the strong young man that we all aspired to be. Good looking with a powerful build - the younger cousins looked up to him. And he loved his horses and would always try to get us "scardy-cats" in the saddle. He was a born entertainer and story teller and loved to call my mother (his aunt Bess) and kid her about many things - hence the name "hoot". Happy trails, Gordy, happy trails!
Wayne Workman,
Deep River
7 avril 2026 à 02:18