My last surviving uncle passed away yesterday. An easy-going, down to earth guy, he enjoyed a long life as a proud family man. He was also a World War II Navy veteran who’d served in the South Pacific, and a skilled woodworker.
Among his many interests were outdoor activities and all things Western, and I can still remember how often our two-family vacations included detours to historic sights and grand vistas. (One of those trips included his escape from a bear, as described in Adventures In Highway Travel – From Yellowstone To Route 66.)
That might be why this picture of him and his kids, taken more than fifty years ago, is so evocative. Sometimes simple memories are the best.
And now a song from his younger days, one that he probably knew well.
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How nice to find another music loving geezer in the blogosphere!
You might be surprised how many of us there are.