My uncle died this past week at 89. At his funeral, I found out so many things about him that I had never known - he drew maps in WWII for the Army Corp of Engineers as they were conquering Europe; he was a woodworker, photographer, clockmaker, an artist, he built his own house with his own two hands with no prior experience. He helped to build the church that his funeral was held at. He won the Silver Beaver award, the highest award for adult leaders in the Boy Scouts - apparently, one could never seek this award, it was only given to those who selflessly gave of themselves to the Scouts without desiring the award.
I thought he was a nice, decent man that I really liked as a little kid and would see him at holidays, but I had no idea about all this stuff about him. It was like hearing about the life of someone 200 years ago, who accomplished so much with no formal education, just his own myriad interests.