He couldn’t get the names quite right, but what did that matter?
I did find it mighty hard to choose a winner in this contest, so many sweet memories came in. And of course that was what we were all sharing.
But I give the prize to this one, from Katheleen, about the day her uncle taught her how to play chess.
Scroll down to the third post, that’s where it is. As I was reading it to Patty, I broke into tears: it called back to me dear Uncle Bernie, and sitting on his lap as he watched TV with me, told me stories, and performed these clever little magic tricks that I sometimes find myself doing… seventy years later. Parents and grandparents are great, but don’t sell short your uncles and your aunts. Ours was a very close-knit family, and those old memories are priceless. I loved them and I miss them!
Katheleen, chose your prize–either the T-shirt that says “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost” (large size only: but you’ll grow into it), or one of my books, autographed, of your choice.
I’ll never forget my uncle struggling to pronounce dinosaurs’ names as he read to me from my Natural History book. It was one of many ways he had to tell us children (his brothers’ children) that he loved us.
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