Archives for December 2019
Olivia is the front-runner for the most popular name for babies born this year in British Columbia.
Olivia is followed by Oliver, Lucas, Liam, Ethan, Noah, William, Benjamin, Charlotte, Emma and Leo, according to the Vital Statistics Agency’s preliminary figures from Jan. 1 to Dec. 18, 2019.
In 2018, Liam was the top choice for babies born in B.C., followed by Olivia, Emma, Lucas, Oliver, Benjamin, Ethan, Noah, Logan and Amelia.
the BC government thinks the names of new borne’s are important. Sad state of affairs in modern society.
Death by drugs, accidents, impaired drivers, homeless persons, lack of mental health care facilities. etc.
In the past four days we have reviewed the top stories of the year
The story that brought attention to Oliver was a forest fire – to the north and east of us – Eagle Bluff – mostly on OIB or crown land east of the Fortis north substation. It was a year for BC Wildfire Service (BCWS) like no other as – it was relatively calm in the province – when compared to the previous two years.
Eagle Bluff threatened homes in Manuel’s Canyon, Gallagher Lake and even the OCC sent some inmates to other institutions until the flames subsided. No homes lost, no one hurt, a great exercise for the public to watch and for the training of BCWS staff. The second time in recent memory when fire services camped and operated out of Oliver – largely because of our airport.
If we were to chose a town story and a rural story it would be – local and rural ratepayers will pay for syphon fix – Trudeau not interested.
And in town – the formation of a crime and safety committee committed to Osoyoos and Oliver as one UNIT.
In Osoyoos we would say the top stories included a new lift station, improved sidewalks, new administrator, new full time fire chief and the dawn of a new Museum on Main Street with the addition of a huge building supply retail location at the airport.
Now to another story that asks the question who was the newsmaker of the year and how did she stir the pot to make some delicious soup?
This year a new small wheels skateboard park designed, then financed ……and that was a challenge.
Three things happened. BCAA financed the project with $100 thousand in a contest award, RDOS gas funds committed by Director Rick Knodel and the local Kiwanis Club said – let us finish it in 2019.
Inside this combination are the members of the Oliver Kiwanis Club – doing a lot of great work every day, every week in Oliver.
News event of the year – Eagle Bluff fire
Newsmaker of the year – Carol Sheridan
Volunteer of the year – Lee Chic – of Osoyoos
……..like to thank people that generally do not blow their “siren” or brag about accomplishments. Who?
BCAS (EMS), paramedics and those that drive the carts – thank you
to Nurses and Doctors and many others at the Oliver and Penticton Hospitals
to caregivers at Sunnybank, McKinney Place and the wonderful homes for seniors in Osoyoos
to the local RCMP detachments in Osoyoos and Oliver
to the fire departments on call 24/7 to help you – both Oliver and Osoyoos – (Willowbrook and Anarchist)
Local roads and highway crews – towns and provincial contractors
to Search and Rescue, and other volunteers in the mountain keeping skiers safe* (see comment section)
Have a great New Year – thanks for caring for us.
As this day comes to a close, many people are drawing up their list of resolutions to start fresh tomorrow. As for me, I will change the date on last years list and carry on.
The problem is, we make too big a list and put too much pressure on ourselves to achieve some meaningless unattainable goal. Even worse we know this while we are drawing up the list.
Instead of writing a manuscript of how we could be a better person why not simply strive to become a better person.
Promise yourself you will be a better listener to others and respect their point of view even if you disagree. Speak with forethought and be sure not to gossip.
If we all concluded we own what we say, yours truly included, the world would be measurably better in one day. If we all understood we all have talents and frailties we would be better off. The resolution list gets real short if we just agree to listen and think before we speak. After all striving to be a better person is what New Year Resolutions are all about.
Now put the list away, keep it simple and have the happiest New Year you have ever had.
In Loving Memory
Isaltina (Tina) Simoes
August 2, 1945- December 28, 2019
Remembering a beautiful soul, Tina, who left us way too soon. Tina sadly passed away suddenly at the age of 74 years young on December 28th, 2019.
We will always remember her as a kind and compassionate wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend who’s love was endless and abounding. She is survived by her loving husband of 53 years, Jose, her son Frank (Maria), her daughter Cristina (Erwin), her granddaughters, Amanda (Mike), Kristin (Trevor), Michelle, Emilee, and Kaylee, her grandson, Joshua (Jayda), and her great-granddaughter, Alexa.
Tina was born on August 2nd, 1945 in Angra do Heroismo, Terceira, Portugal. She met her handsome Jose in 1963 and after dating for 3 years, they were married on April 17th, 1966. In February, 1968, their first child, Frank was born and very soon after, that same year in December, they welcomed their daughter, Cristina. With hopes of making a better life for themselves and their children, they decided to move to Canada, and settled in Oliver in 1970 and have remained here ever since.
Tina was passionate about her family and friends, singing and playing music, cooking and baking her many sweet and savoury specialities. She always made time to listen and support people in need. Tina was active in many church activities over the many years– especially those that involved singing and playing her guitar. She was truly one of a kind!
Her pride and joy were her five beautiful granddaughters, one handsome grandson and her spunky great-granddaughter, Alexa – who likely reminded her of herself. She had a contagious laugh and sparkly personality that will be sorely missed.
Tina, you will be in our hearts and souls forever.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the charity of your choice.
A funeral mass will be held at 11:00 am, Saturday January 4, 2020 at Christ the King Catholic Church followed by a reception in the church lower hall.
Condolences and tributes may be directed to the family by visiting www.nunes-pottinger.com
October, November and December 2019
Two retail cannabis shops open
OO Search and Rescue gets large grant for truck shed
Harvest Hut winds up first year as success
Small wheels park completed
Clocks to change no more in 2020
Wine Village proposed north of Oliver
ALC says no to large restaurant at winery
Fraud charge after cash goes missing at school
No decision on rural compost plan
Cannings of the NDP re-elected – Trudeau clings to power
She just didn’t belong here! She was a foreigner, an immigrant from Moab. Some of the Jewish people despised the Moabites because they were descendants of a drunken incest perpetrated by Lot’s daughters after escaping Sodom (see Gen. 19:30-38). Her nation was considered by some Jews as an enemy, even though distantly related.
This lady was a desperate young widow, and would be a drain on any resources available. Her mother-in-law had strongly urged her not to come to Bethlehem with her, but to stay in Moab on the other side of the Dead Sea. Her chances of landing a husband in this foreign country would be very low. To survive she was reduced to gleaning leftover grain during the barley and wheat harvest. The future was looking grim. BUT!!
Ruth’s diligence, her love for her mother-in-law Naomi, her humility and her great attitude impressed Boaz, a leading man in Bethlehem. He owned the fields where this woman happened to be gleaning.
Attraction turned to love and then marriage. Their firstborn son was Obed. Their great grandson was King David. And many generations later Joseph and Mary, descendants of David, parented the child Jesus in that same town of Bethlehem. She was a vital link in the coming of the Messiah for us all. Happy Christmas!
She did belong even though her name was Ruth, the Moabitess.
July, August, and September 2019
Oliver Parade needs help, change of route? , new organizers and more volunteers
Small Wheels Park wins BCAA cash award, RDOS pitches in, Kiwanis finance large part of project
Eagle Bluff fire – big event in Oliver and the entire province in a year that saw less forest fires
National Golf Championship held at Osoyoos Course
Federal Election campaign begins – Jagmeet Singh only Federal Leader to visit Oliver
Crime and Safety Committee in high gear – broadens scope to Osoyoos area as well and social services
Vacation Rentals and B and B’s – rules under scrutiny by Town
sticking around the lake hoping to survive a winter
The western bluebird is a small thrush, easily recognized by its bright blue and rust plumage, with males much brighter than the grayish-brown females.
Where does this species live?
Western bluebirds can be found in open woodlands. They make their nests in existing cavities in trees, dead wood or nest boxes.
It is that strange time of the year, the in-between time, we feel like we are at a bit of a loose end, just filling in time in a rather useless fashion. It is that part of the year between Christmas and New Year, when things just sort of stand still, like we are waiting for something to happen, but not sure what it is.
Relatives have now returned to their homes and the house seems rather silent after the laughter and non stop noise of the past few days.
The Christmas tree looks a bit sad, the decorations so lovingly placed a few days ago, now look a bit tawdry and we can’t wait to get rid of it all. The gaily wrapped gifts have all been received and opened, the hours spent choosing and wrapping them all now in the past. The only evidence of all that excitement is the assorted recycling awaiting collection.
The turkey has made too many appearances on the dinner table and the bones are in the freezer, waiting to be made into soup, to warm the soul in the cold days of January. Left over baked treats are reduced to broken bits in the bottom of various tins and the inevitable fruit cake sits abandoned.
When Christmas falls midweek, there are always one or two days when people have to go back to work, but it seems like a waste of effort to go in for just one day and it is usually a rather unenthusiastic workforce that reports for duty.
What is it about these mid festivity days, why is it such a blah time, a time of waiting for something to happen? In another few days it will be New Year’s Eve which, to many people is such a special time, however as I age, seems less special to me.
As a teenager it was a time of planning what to wear to the inevitable dance on the eve of the
new year. A new dress was almost mandatory as were matching shoes, hair would be fussed over and make-up carefully applied for the evening of dancing and excitement. If you were not with someone very special at midnight, you would be hugged and kissed by the nearest stranger, but to not be in the arms of someone you wanted to kiss was rather sad.
There was always the mad scramble to get your coat from the coat check and woe betide anyone who lost his ticket, who had to wait until all others had retrieved their coat, before being allowed to claim the left over, lonely coat, hanging on the rail. This happened to Dave one year and the resulting delay caused us to miss the last bus home. The three mile walk home, in four inch stiletto heels, didn’t really bother me. In those days I wore these kind of shoes all the time and walking home was just a romantic stroll.
Roll on a few years and four young children meant not going out as we never had money, or even the thought, of baby sitters. After a full day of wrestling with four little ones, there was very little desire to dress up and go partying, so neither of us felt we were missing out on much.
Over time, our daughters started attending their own New Year’s festivities and we would often host parties but jointly, with Dave’s parents. They were both raised close to the Scottish borders, where |Hogmanay is strongly celebrated, so they loved to celebrate the New Year. We held these parties every year and they usually lasted long past midnight, when the banquet would be brought out.
To be honest, I have never thought there was much point in the big to-do about the changing of the number of the year. If we use it as a time to change our bad habits, OK, but most of us immediately find this new, good behaviour too difficult to maintain and, if we really want to make a new start, we can do that any time of the year.
I must say, that after declaring it is not a special time, I am using the date to face forward in my recently single status. Christmas was a very difficult time, not being with the one I spent my life with, but that’s OK, it reminds me that I do indeed have a new life to live and, there is no reason at all not to make it a great one. I am blessed with many excellent friends and a loving family, and for this I will be eternally grateful.
Also I am so thankful to have the support of Jack Bennest, writing my column is such an important part of my life, so to you Jack and to everyone reading this, the very best to you all in 2020.
Do you think that 2020 is a significant number and means we are all going to view the world a little clearer? Lets hope so, better clarity may make us realise what is really important in our lives, who is important in our lives and give us the appreciation that makes us all thankful to be alive. If we are to make resolutions, let the most important one be the need to be kind to those we meet along life’s highway, some of them may be angels in disguise.
April May and June 2019
Plans for cannabis retail stores in Oliver and Osoyoos
Boaters die on Osoyoos Lake
Funding raising for Small Wheels park begins
Linda Larson will not run again
National Park issue dominates the news
Improved staffing arrangement for ER Doctors at SO General Hospital
No funding forthcoming from Ottawa for repairs to syphon buried in rock at Gallagher Lake
Local hunting guide gets stiff penalty in court
Back & Forth
I thought I would finish the year with a somber look back and a sober look forth but I’m having difficulty getting that into words. Why? Because I’m in a major back & forth with our resident teenager. We are having a battle of wills.
2019 began with our son turning fifty and a family member dying. Those are big events and they took place a day apart just two weeks into the year. The family had gathered at our place to celebrate son’s milestone birthday. Four of us went looking for Ryan who had been living with the dearly departed in another town but was unable to care for himself.
We had all known him since early days but none of us had visited with him for two years. The family member who had custody had been living alone with him during that period. There was little or no communication between us and her during that time. We didn’t know she was so ill.
We were searching the house when daughter found him. We knew because she screamed. Ryan was lying lifeless under the dining room table. We feared he was dead. His hair was all matted. He was stretched out on his side. His eyes were closed. He didn’t lift his head.
We brought him to our house. We gave him food and water. Within a few hours, as proof that he was recovering, he investigated every corner of every room before joining all of us in the kitchen. We shaved off the mats. As soon as I could get an appointment, I took him to the doctor. Under five pounds and needing daily thyroid meds but otherwise healthy. Good.
We established a routine. I fed him whatever he wanted and as much as he would eat and eventually, he decided that he only wanted a certain kibble and lots of fresh water. He got that. I cleaned his litter daily. There was clear evidence that what was going in was coming out. I gave him his pills morning and night. He got his treats. I combed him frequently. He slept when and where he wanted. He greeted visitors. He liked to be close and since we were renovating and unpacking, he had use of several cardboard boxes. After six months he had gained almost four pounds. His fur was sleek and shiny. The vet was happy. He had learned to sit on command. He had learned to get off the table while we were eating. We were happy. Ryan was happy.
We were three happy seniors until this past week. We had pretty much finished our kitchen renovation, so I moved his food. I had told him that this would be happening. He hadn’t argued. But he stopped eating. After two days, I started him on some soft food. He ate it … all of it … licked the bowl clean. But then he stopped taking his pills. And so, it began.
Us, applying sanctions: No pill – no treats. Him, absorbing the pressure: OK – no treats and no pill. Us, upping the ante: No pill – no keys to the car. Him: I’ll walk. Us, taking the nuclear option: No pill – no special soft food. Him, from his perch on the moral high ground: That’s cruel and unusual punishment. Us, our bluff was called, and we were forced to accept his position: You’re right – we can’t do that. Us, resorting to diplomacy and reason: The pills are important. You have to take them. Him, taking a stand: Make me. I put one in his special soft food. When he finished, the pill was laying, lonely and unloved, in the bottom of the bowl. He was sitting on his favourite cardboard box, having a wash, and looking smug.
I suppose that it says something about the state of the world, when looking back, that the most important story of the year is about a teenaged long-haired tuxedo and his recovery from near death.
I suppose it says something about the state of the world, when looking forward, that the most pressing problem of the coming year is to find a way to get a friend to do something that is good for him.
In the News – January February March 2019
Council first boots – Water Councillors from the table – then invites Machial and Sidhu back
Montreal Canadians – old timers play Oliver Old Stockers at charity game
Food Share Hut planned
New committee on Crime and Safety to be organized
The rise of MMA star Marlan Hall (pictured with Theresa Gabriel
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday – more pixs and headlines
Sometime during the same period we will announce three things
1. Newsmaker of the Year
2. Story of the Year
2. Volunteer of the Year
and BTW none of the above in competition with Spirit of Oliver Awards
Hundreds of donors from the South Okanagan’s Indo-Canadian community have given more than $500,000 over five years to the South Okanagan Similkameen Medical Foundation’s $20-million campaign to provide medical equipment for the Penticton Regional Hospital expansion.
The Indo-Canadian community in the South Okanagan-Similkameen takes great pride in giving.
One of the best examples is the incredible support they have given to Penticton Regional Hospital – totalling more than half-a-million dollars over the past five years. Their impressive gift was recently bolstered by a further $30,500 donation. This raises the overall donation to more than $530,000 in honour of Guru Tegh Bahadur (1621-1675) – one of the 10 historic gurus in the Sikh religion.
The donations have been recognized in the new PRH tower with the South Okanagan Indo-Canadian Community’s name linked with the Medical Imaging Department. Carey Bornn, Executive Director of the South Okanagan Similkameen Medical Foundation, said the Indo-Canadian community has been one of the top donors in the Foundation’s $20-million campaign to provide medical equipment for the PRH expansion.
“We are thrilled by the tremendous generosity shown by the Indo-Canadian donors to PRH,” said Bornn. “What a great example they have provided to all of us.” As part of its fundraising efforts, the Indo-Canadian community held two gala banquets in Penticton in support of the SOS Medical Foundation’s PRH campaign in 2015 and 2016. Organizers of their overall fundraising effort prefer to remain out of the public spotlight, since the donations have come from more than 300 individual donors throughout the region from Peachland south to Osoyoos and Keremeos.
“We’d like to sincerely thank the Indo-Canadian donors for their help in our PRH campaign. They were among the first to step forward when our campaign was launched in 2015,” Bornn said.
Construction of Phase 2 of the PRH expansion – including a major upgrade to the Emergency Department – is now underway and due to be completed by 2021. The Punjabi community also hosts the annual Mela for Cancer festival at Gyro Park in August which has raised more than $60,000 over the last three years for the BC Cancer Foundation. The Mela was initiated in 2017 by a local teenaged girl whose grandmother had passed away following a lengthy battle with ovarian cancer.
Update from family members:
My nephew came from Kingston Ontario in April of this year he is 31 years old and started to work at Ag Foods in May. He is assistant produce manager at the Osoyoos store. He walked to the Sage pub after leaving the company Xmas party.
He was refused service and was about to leave when a group at another table invited him over to join and wanted to know if he had any drugs or know where to get some. Kyle said no and left the bar.
Members of that group followed him to corner of Ponderosa & Cottonwood Drive where the assault took place. Kyle thinks there was 3 men. He was hit on the head numerous times with what Kyle thinks was a large wine bottle, kicked in the face and stabbed in shoulder and knee.
Kyle managed to stagger back to the Sage Pub and paramedics were called. He spent 6 days in Penticton General Hospital. He needs dental work and hopefully regains full vision in his right eye.
AG ( Derek and all the staff ) have been very supportive in all this and will be welcoming him back to work when he is ready.
Thanks to everyone for their support.
Check out Kyle Bourdon on GoFundMe
Highway 97, in both directions. Rock slide between Sundial Rd and Vaseux Lake Cres (5 km south of Okanagan Falls).
The road is closed.
Assessment in progress. Estimated time of opening not available.
Detour Via Hwy 3 to Keremeos & Hwy 3A Keremeos to Kaleden. Next update time Tue Dec 24 at 11:30 AM PST. Last updated Tue Dec 24 at 10:42 AM PST. (DBC-14348)C
Photos supplied by Julie Martineau
Image: Google Earth
Today is Christmas Eve, where did the year go? I was in a discussion with one of my daughters about Christmas Traditions and how they change. Yes traditions change you heard me right.
When she drew this to my attention it gave me a different perspective. Things are different than when I was a child. All those people I first knew are gone except siblings. Many of my own children have moved away as did some grown grand kids.
I also had to consider the family dynamic changed with every wedding and new arrival. These events bring change by circumstance and rightfully so.
There is also the cause and effect of family members passing into memories, some from long ago and some still very fresh in our minds. We lost three family members in the course of the year.
There is the saying the show must go on. For a moment I paused to ask which show? I always embraced the tunnel vision that tradition was stationary. Mine might be but then change was going on all around me and yet the changes were part of tradition. For many of us tradition and clinging to them is like an adult security blanket. Time changes every thread yet we scarcely notice until it confronts us with just how much it has changed.
So what is the point of all this? My daughter was preparing me for change as to the good old changes to tradition.
There are a few but then the show must go on and old guys sometimes need lead time to change what they might not want to change. So this Christmas it comes down to this. As long as there is turkey on the plate and I can pour turkey gravy over my lettuce and tomato salad I don’t care what they do.
All is good unless they find where I hid my bag of M&M’s.
Have a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year.
Maria Alice Craveiro Tomé Ferreira
On Thursday Dec 19, 2019, Maria Alice Craveiro Tomé Ferreira, of Oliver, BC, suddenly passed away at Penticton Regional Hospital at the age 64 years. She was surrounded by her loved ones at the time of her passing.
Maria Alice is survived by her husband John Alentejano Ferreira, daughters: Christina Tomé Ferreira and Nicole Tomé Ferreira, son Michael Jonathan Tomé Ferreira and grand-daughter Maya Ferreira Evangelou. As well, sisters: Carmen Tomé and Elizabeth Tomé Vokey. Father-in-law Antonio Braz Ferreira, Mother-in-law Elvira Gomes Alentejano Ferreira, Sisters-in-law: Irene Pavao and Delphina Ferreira and brothers-in-law Nelson Vokey, Frank Pavao, and Wayne Belleville, seven nieces and nephews and four great nieces.
Maria Alice was predeceased by her loving parents Antonio and Anita Tomé.
Maria Alice was born in Fundao Portugal and immigrated to Canada in July 1964 with her family. As a teen, she helped her parents in the orchard and worked at Collins Department Store.
Maria Alice attended school in Oliver, graduating from Southern Okanagan Secondary School in 1974. She married her husband, John Ferreira, on April 13, 1974.
At age 19, she started working at Oliver Credit Union and spent nearly 40 years with Interior Savings Credit Union.
Maria Alice had great business sense; she and her husband owned and operated an orchard and packing house for more than 20 years. In the last 20 years, they transformed their property from orchard trees to the vineyard and winery as we know it: Quinta Ferreira Estate Winery.
In addition to running the business, she was on the board of directors for the Oliver Osoyoos Winery Association, and was a member of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce.
She loved travelling, attending winery events, and socializing with family and friends. In years past, she enjoyed hobbies such as macramé, ceramics and sewing.
Maria Alice was a loving and caring wife, mother, grandmother, sister, sister-in-law and friend to many. She will be truly missed by all.
Family and friends are invited to attend Friday, December 27, at 6:00 pm for prayers and Saturday, December 28, at 11:00 am for the funeral mass. Both will be held at Christ The King Church in Oliver. Interment and committal will follow at the Oliver Municipal Cemetery with a reception after the committal at Christ The King Church Hall.
Condolences and tributes may be directed to the family by visiting: www.nunes-pottinger.com
As December creeps on and the big day approaches, thoughts of past Christmases come to mind.
As a child, Christmas was a very simple affair. The stockings held goodies that would be laughed at by todays’ children. Always, in the toe would be a much coveted mandarin orange. A luxury in the late forties and early fifties, usually only available around Christmas time and an expensive and rare treat.
There would inevitably be a sugar mouse tucked in the stocking. These were made entirely of sugar, moulded into the shape of a mouse or a pig. Always white with a pink nose and so sickeningly sweet that even as a child I could only nibble on it for a few minutes at a time.
Sometimes a few coins went in the stocking and quite often some nuts in their shells. Sticking out of the top o the stocking would be a Christmas cracker that was saved for dinner time. Stockings were enjoyed before breakfast, and the actual presents after the meal. I always got a couple of books, from my mother, as I was an avid reader from a very early age.
There would always be a knitted cardigan and knitted socks off grandma, some sort of bath products from my unmarried aunt, who always came for a few days at Christmas time and usually a very elaborate doll from one of my other aunts. This aunt, who had a bit of a reputation, lived in London and only seen a couple of times a year.
Her arrivals were usually frowned upon my other relatives as she was always dressed in the most gorgeous clothes, high heels and big suitcase. I thought she looked like a film star but realized, in later days, that she earned her money in ways not approved of by the rest of the family. Her doll would be the highlight of my Christmas.
The meal would consist of a large chicken which grandma called a capon, I’m not sure what this was but seemed to take ages to cook as was stuffed, trussed and put in the oven early. Veggies would all be peeled and ready to cook, the Christmas pudding would be put on to steam then we went off to church. Upon return it would be my job to set the table while the veggies were cooked then we sat down to Christmas dinner.
Crackers were pulled and the contents, which in those days were nice little gifts and a paper hat that would be worn, by everyone, for the rest of the day. Dishes were cleared and cleaned by the rest of the family and order always restored well before three pm, when “the Queen’s speech” would be listened to on the radio, and in later years, the television.
I found it rather boring but had learned that this was a time to sit and behave as her Majesty was to be listened to with reverence and silence. Afternoon was my time to read one of my new books and snooze time for grandma, while my mom and the two aunts chatted. Later the rest of the family arrived, another aunt and two uncles, all with children in tow, came and had supper with us. Usually a festive meal of cold meats, salads and lots of fruit jellies and mince pies.
Our Christmas in those days was simple and all about family. No phone for long distance calls to relatives who lived far away. No electronic toys, nothing that needed assembling and everyone went to church. Simple times, a time to share and although Santa was the children’s hero, the birth of the infant Jesus is what was celebrated.
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Mature, articulate and cute guy on right – Jack at 29, Reporter CKNW
Photo by Sue Stern CBC
Nice guy in town to meet the press. He was totally in control and asked the majority of questions.
Yes he got older, married, had kids, had a military career,
Yes he is/was human…… as the rest of us are.