Mitch was a humble man and never wanted to "toot his own horn." When we took workshops together, he would never tell anyone he was an artist - he just wanted to be seen as a fellow student. I'd like to share a story that highlights his humbleness.
The picture above was taken while Mitch was at Girard College, a school for fatherless boys. Can you find him? His former classmates have stayed very close, and I enjoyed the many times we joined their annual Christmas get-togethers. They are truly a brotherhood.
This story comes from Woody (Frederick Wood), one of his Hummer brothers.
"Mitchie" wasn't an athlete, but we finally convinced him to try golf. It was up in Jackson, NJ. Mitch and I drove in the same cart. The first hole, he got to the tee, tried several times to hit the ball, but nothing. Finally he hit the ball into the woods, and said, "That's it. Let's go to the next hole." He was laughing and joking, nothing really bothered him. We finally came to a short par 3 - like about 110 yards. I said, "Mitch, take your time, keep your eye on the ball and swing easy." He got to the tee, stared down at the ball, took a big swing - the ball went high & straight, and landed on the green and then disappeared -- RIGHT INTO THE HOLE! I said, "No way" and began jumping up and down, screaming & laughing, and ran over to Mitch, grabbed him and hugged & kissed him. He said, "What I do?" I said, "The ball went into the hole -- that's a hole in one!" He looked at me, and only how Mitchie would say, "That's what you're supposed to do."
Hey Woody! Can you do this?
