In 1999, when he was 93, I met John Coolidge. He was living with his daughter and her family in Plymouth Notch, having already lost his wife Florence and another daughter to cancer. The day we met, he was balding and bent, but his eyes shone. He was eager to meet my crew chief and me. His stories had been brimming for so many years that they spilled out before we had our camera set up.
These Hinkypunks are fascinating. Thank you.
Sweet!
How wonderful that you interviewed John when you did! Great story -- love the reconnection with Julie!
Maura the matchmaker!