My maternal grandpa, Eugene (Gene) Boivin died when he was 47. To my 6 year old eyes, he was ancient. Kept to his room, did not wear pants, had blankets around him and was very grizzled. He would sit in his room and drink, listen to the radio and crochet. I think he made queen sized blankets for all his kids, and there are 10
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