Our family moved next door to George and Genevieve in 1955 when I was 8 years old. George made it very clear from the first time I met him that I was to call him "George" not "Mr Charters" even though I was just a little kid. He and I had many philosophical conversations over the fence and he helped me learn to appreciate his dry wit.
Both he and Genevieve were very patient and kind to me and my little sister and brother, and they were good friends to my mom and dad. We kids all so very much enjoyed George's menagerie of cows, goats, chickens and even a donkey! Their old rooster chased and pecked at my little sister, who was only three or four at the time, and George turned that mean bird into Sunday dinner!