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...

From an early age, I knew I was blessed by special aunts and uncles -- both maternal and paternal -- that I always looked up to and who greatly influenced my life.  Uncle Serge was mom's oldest brother, and one of those special uncles who meant...

Instead of telling a specific story about Uncle Serge, I'll share briefly how I felt about him- that adorable, dear bald man who wore glasses, camping hat, bermuda shorts, dark knee socks and sandals at all family reunions. &...