Your Barry Webb stories

I thought I'd share the submissions from readers I've received so far responding to the feature on Polson's most well known resident, Barry Webb.

It was such a privilege to write the story, I'm glad it brought of good memories for others:

Peggy Aerni-Pick, now of Billings, wrote:
Barry was in grade school with me. I recently sent him a picture of the six grade basketball team with him as ball boy. He has a phenomenal gift for remembering people and names. When I returned to Polson after years in Denver, I met Barry on the street and he said Oh Peg. Our class celebrated our 50th anniversary this last summer and classmate Ken brought Barry to our picnic and it was just as nothing had changed in 50 years. Barry knew everyone. What happiness he has bought to the home town just by knowing him!

Tyson Gustad, now of California, wrote:
hello my name is tyson gaustad and my grandmother lived right next door to barry in polson when i was a kid and i spent alot of time over at her house. any how i know barry very well. he was just the best person in town. i now livw in california and havent been home in ten or so years so when i clicked on the paper this morning and seen his face i was so happy that he is being reconized. he is an iconic figure in polson at least in my mind. when i was a kid i did alot of fishing and hanging out with barry in polson i guess i was about ten at the time but i allways new that he was there when i would come over for a visit and greatly appreciated all the time i was able to spend with barry and i still talk about him to people here in california that have never even met barry and they all say we need more people like him with his compassion for life. i love you barry keep it up

Richard Twilde, now of Missoula, stopped by and told me this Barry story:
Dick knew Barry through family connections, as they both lived on the East Shore. During the annual Harvest Fest at the Montecahto Club, Corrine Webb would sing for the crowd. Barry, in his distinct way, would always come up with a way to cheer his mom on. "Hot dog!" he would yell. No matter what, Barry had something to say during those Harvest Days. Even one year when Corrine couldn't sing, Barry made sure his voice was heard - "Hot Dog!"