I met Robert Cawood in Toronto in the early 1960's. He had set up a weaving shop on Cumberland Street in the Yorkville area where he gave weaving classes and did custom work for those wanting custom fabrics. He had a wonderful sense of humour and was lots of fun to be around, and had a great collection of friends as I remember. In those years he lived over his shop, later moving into a house on Scollard Street where he lived for some time. Some years later he bought a new property that had been build on Parliament Street, containing three levels with the top one being his residence. He did very well, and soon was able to purchase a school house property in Bellwood, Ontario. He redid the school house into residence and workshop, and later added a restaurant etc. He bought up a few properties in town, adding a log house he had moved to the property to teach classes on weaving. People came from all over to learn weaving from him, he was very talented. He became a very familiar person in the areas surrounding Bellwood, and bought all fresh produce from various markets and farms in the area as at the time he was into very healthy eating, always had been. Eventually, he asked his mother and father to join him in Bellwood (they lived in Bradford, Yorkshire, England at the time. Ernest and Mary Cawood came and joined him there, his sister Jean had already moved to Canada with her policeman husband, and settled in the Mississauga area. I had met the mother and father when I joined Robert and another friend for a trip to England, Scotland, and France when I was seventeen. They were very wonderful people, very warm folks. Roberts father died in Bellwood, and then just Robert and his mother. I visited Robert at the school house many times but due to distance from Toronto saw less of him as the years went by, but kept in touch. Eventually, Robert sold Bellwood and moved to Puerto Vallarta, buying a home and setting up a bed and breakfast operation on a hillside looking down on the great cathedral in old town, the one with the big crown on top. The photo of Robert and his mother was taken at his place in and around 1985. Unfortunately, my life became busy and saw very little of him except for a visit he made to see me in Hawaii. When I tried to look him up in Puerto Vallarta, he had sold his home and couldn't find him again until I learned he had died in Arthur, Ontario after being brought back from his farm in the hills around Guadalajara, Mexico. He had stated that one day he'd like to buy an old hacienda with land to grow his food, so guess he achieved this. I miss his laughter, gone too soon!