In Response to: Christopher S. Carver ’52
Skipper, toy-maker, tennis player and downhill shredder, how you loved to play! Tractor-driving igloo-creator, you were the best Santa a child could ever imagine. Your voice rang out Handel's Messiah each season. Your hands nurtured abundant gardens, painted landscapes, sheared sheep, and edited countless essays. You taught us to think and discern. Most of all, you called Mom your best friend. Ask any one of us, and we could tell stories all day of the countless ways Chris uniquely loved, inspired and nurtured each of us. What a Dad, truly.
We miss you, Pop.