This saddens me greatly. I met Norman (his real name) only once, when he paid my maternal grandmother (his aunt) a visit in the early 60s. I remember this huge man filling the frame of her front door as he entered her Bellflower, California, condo. He bent down to hug her and she all but disappeared in his massive frame. I must have been seven or eight and don’t remember much from that short visit.
Recently, my brother, who is 14 years my senior, explained how Norman had provided him with some extra work. I presume this was during the run of “Cheyenne”. I had no idea of his budding “film career”, I kidded him. Norman took care of his family.
I was college at UC Santa Barbara in the early 70s when he had his accident at Mammoth. My family — brother, cousins, aunts, and uncles — journeyed north to provide blood.
When I read recently about Norman’s bout with illness (pnumonia) I called my brother to find out if he knew where he lived. I am sorry I never got the chance to talk about that visit with my grandmother Hester Carner Knight.
I hope to meet him in glory.
It’s been written that Clint felt awkward being so tall....but his Mom told him someday his height would be a great asset......and she was right.
Great recollections. Thanks for sharing.