My grandmother lived next door to George. My sister and I would go to his house once a week (I can't remember what day) to watch wrestling with him. George spoke no english. My grandmother spoke german and could converse with him. I saw his son there several times but never really got to know him. I remember a bust he was painting that must have been at least 12 foot tall of Albert Einstien. We (he) lived on the Angeles Crest Hwy just out of Palmdale, Ca. He came to visit grandma nearly every day because she could converse with him. I heard him play the piano many times. I still have good memories of that special little man. This would have been around 1960.