Most of my memories of Grandpa Serge are from my childhood, when my family went up to Peacham to visit Serge and Doris.  Our visits were always full of fun and warmth.  In the summers,  I remember spending lots of time swinging from a rock on the swing he had hung from a tree outside.  One of the best treats was when he let us sit on his lap and steer his little tractor around the yard.  He also had a fully stocked workshop in his basement where he would help us build lots of wooden toy boats and planes. In the winters,  after hours of sledding out in his yard, my brother and I would come inside and Serge would help us build a warm fire in the stove in the livingroom.  He always had a gentle, warm, and caring manner, as you can see in the picture of him and Doris where he is lending his finger for a grip to his great-granddaughter (my daugher) Sage.

Thank you Serge.  We will miss you.  May you rest in peace. with Love, Matt Hummon