Charlie Perryman
Mr. French worked with my daddy at Rochester Ropes, and I worked a couple of summers there. Mr. French seemed to always have a smile and was liked by all. Once I chanced upon him at the South Wales golf course and he let me use his extra-long "illegal" (haha) driver on #18, just to see how far I could hit it. Looking at these recent photos of him, the only thing that seemed to change in the 50 or 60 years that I knew him is his hair color. Great memories of Mr. French.





