My first memory of Greg was visiting Aunt Vernice at the family home near Lovell. I remember the excitement when entering the house through the South facing door, I believe that was the front entrance. Upon entering the house the first thing I always noticed was the piano. I quickly learned that there was a special room in the house full of fascinating toys that Greg collected, ranging from antique cars and trucks to mechanical and battery operated gizmos (the predecessors to todays robotic toys). There never was enough time to get to play with them all. I was a year younger than Greg, at that time about ten or twelve.
My next memory of Greg was much later. Greg and I were in high-school. I went to school in Powell, Greg in Lovell. Vernon Moncur, Greg's Uncle, my grandfather, had a farm just east of Powell, Not a typical farm, because of the lighted airstrip and hangar were Vernon kept his airplane. anyway Vernon hired Greg and I to tear out old fences and put in new fence posts. For corner posts Greg and I had to dig holes big enough to sink an 8' ft. railroad tie. Greg did not have a drivers license or a car, but he had what we called a "Tote-Goat". This was a two wheeled engine driven scooter with all terrain tires for traction. Greg would ride from Lovell to Powell early in the morning with the best lunchbox, always filled with home-made goodies. Because this was the hottest time of the year in July and August, we would work until it got to hot, and then go swimming in the canal.
When the fence building didn't go just right, Greg would cuss by making up swear-words that were not real swear words. They just sound like (rhymed with) real swear words. I thought this was great because I could cuss without getting into trouble. I loved Greg, his humor, and his laugh.