Editor:
Seeing Don Hopkins' obituary (Coast Reporter, Jan. 27) gave me pause to reminisce. I first met Don in 1992 when I started working at the Gibsons Public Library where he volunteered as a library trustee. As I shook Don's hand that day, I was impressed by his unassuming presence.
Later, I discovered his sense of humour and generous spirit. As the children's librarian, I thought it might be fun to invite Santa Claus to come and read to the kids. I was new to town and didn't know many Santa-like people, so I ended up asking Don, who agreed immediately to take on the role. We found a Santa suit and we had a classic story, Clement Clarke Moore's poem, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. I remember sewing a cluster of bells onto a wristband so Santa could make the appropriate jingling sounds. I'll never forget the excitement on the kids' faces as Santa Don came in the front door of the library, carrying his books, shaking his bells, laughing and ho-ho-ing in a deep, jovial voice. Then the bells started flying off the wristband. I guess I should have used stronger thread.
But Don didn't miss a beat. His laughter doubled, he made a joke and then headed over to the children's area to read and answer the questions of his young, awestruck audience.
Don and the other board members of the day worked tirelessly to oversee the completion of the new library building on South Fletcher. In particular, Don lent his artistic skill to fundraising and promotion. If you go into the foyer of the library today, you'll see a plaque on the south wall. Take a moment to look for Don Hopkins name and to appreciate the part he played. His spirit lives on.
Laura Houle
Gibsons
