I love the stories of characters of old and can just imagine that there are so many that have passed without documentation, or not enough to answer our questions today. From his photo, it seems he was not afraid to pose in full regalia and look straight into the camera.
Every community, I'm sure, has distant memories that are almost lost because at the time everyone knew all they needed to. My grandmother, who we called Nay (kidspeak for Nellie), was from Gay's River, Nova Scotia. She would tell story after story about her days growing up and the people who were part of them. After a while, as the stories would be repeated, we'd not pay much attention. But now...darn, what were the details?
One of her favorites was called, "Mrs. Killen, I lost me [my] watch..."
The short version is that a hermit neighbor from the backcountry mentioned to my great-grandmother as he saw her that he had lost his watch. Some months later he came by again and announced that he had found it! My great grandmothe was happy for him and he explained: "Well, I moved me [my] woodpile and there it was. And why not, it's where I had left it!"