He was my parish priest for about three years, and he brought my parents (and consequently, me) to the traditional movement.
He was a highly intelligent man. He set up many churches and flew around the country to say masses at very distant places. He visited many people in prison and taught them about the faith and gave them baptism/communion/confirmation. Under his leadership, his parish grew from a small group in someone's basement to one of the largest churches in Wisconsin with well over a thousand people.
He also had one of the largest antique collections in New Hampshire (which historians come to visit) and was well versed in history and art. He liked to read about revolutionary war history and read poems from many different languages (he knew five of them). When I was last with him he recited many poems for me that he had memorized. He also taught me a lot about how important Shakespeare was.
My father is a project manager for an engineering firm, and he knows a lot about organizing people, and he says that father bolduc is one of the best organizers he knew. He worked tirelessly to do both the parish duties and the ones for many other churches that don't have a priest, going to bed at midnight and getting up at four every day.
As for me personally, one of the best things he has done for me is to get me to say some prayers for the souls in purgatory every night. I've been doing it for eight years now, so anyone that has been released can ultimately contribute his or her freedom to father bolduc's sermon.
I thought since I personally knew the man, I should offer up a small testimony to his achievements here on Earth. He had his faults like all of us, but I think that he fulfilled God's will and purpose to the best of his abilities. Hopefully we will all be able to meet him again when we stand before the face of God.