I have fond memories of childhood visits to the Imrie home and various summer cottages. My father Lowrie Warrener worked for your dad at Eagle Pencil. Their working relationship blossomed into a friendship between both our families. One summer, 1956 or 1957, your father endeared himself to me forever when he yanked me from the waters of Lake Rosseau (Lake Joseph?), by the hair, after I had jumped in a little too enthusiastically. I was 8 or 9 years old. I only wish I'd had a chance to thank him as an adult. My condolences to all of you on his passing.
