He was born in Chateauguay, New York and moved to Enfield, New Hampshire (my hometown) when he was 12 years old. He had 7 brothers and 4 sisters and each and every single one of them all acted the exact same. When he told stories to the family he would describe his parents has amazing people. He had three children, two boys and one girl with my grandmother, Marie. My grandpa was a kind man, a funny man, a polite man and an honorable man. Everyone knew him and knew how much of an amazing man he actually was. When he worked, he worked at mainly factories and mills. The two factories that I know of were called Split Ball and also Excelsior Mill, then he went on and worked at a brick yard. When I was born he retired so that he could take care of me every day. He did not have many disabilities, just a bunch of pains. Not that we know of anyways, because he probably would not have told us even if he wanted to. But, disabilities were added when he was diagnosed with lung and colon cancer. His death was his final