Forry was a wonderful person. I spent many pleasant hours in his company. He knew everyone, was a great story teller, and inspired untold thousands of kids. He once showed me a framed two or three page story that some 14-year-old had written and sent to him in the early days of Famous Monsters. The kid signed it: Stephen King.
He would hold tours of the Ackermansion on Saturdays, doning his Dracula cape that had been worn by Lugosi. Sometimes he'd slip on the ring Boris Karlof wore in The Mummy. His pride and joy was a life-sized model of Maria, the robotrix from his favorite film, Metropolis. He saw it nearly 90 times. He loved showing off his stuff and never tired of his ability to throw a pun.
He let me call him "Uncle Forry" and welcomed me into his home and into the private area that was not open to the tour. It was always a pleasure to visit him. The visits would be hours long, but always seemed short.