We in Galapagos knew Richard (Dick) in the 70's when he was bosun aboard the Golden Cachalot.   His back was troubling him even then but he gamely came up to my farm to help me catch my horses a couple of times....walking the 7 miles up the hill and back down again.   He was a gentle soul and modest about his great skills.   We would play our fiddles together with my mother on piano. If his relatives would like a photo of Dick playing the fiddle in Galapagos in his youthful days...I would be pleased to send it to them.   
Johanna angermeyer
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My Father's Island
A Galapagos Quest