Sunday, February 6, 2022
Uncle George was my Mother's youngest brother, and he was only 8 years older than me, so it was like he was my older brother. As I was growing up he taught me about baseball, football, basketball, if it was sports related he knew about it and was an active participant in sports. He had all this neat stuff that I thought was "cool", guns, knives, bows and arrows, short wave radio, hundreds of comic books, magnets, and all kinds of boy scout stuff. He raised homing pigeons, had a pet rabbit named Harvey, and even planted some wheat in the back yard just to see what it would look like. He was very handy, could make stuff, and sketched pictures of foxes, birds, and other wildlife.
The last time I saw George my wife mentioned that I regarded George as my childhood hero and was surprised when he replied that my Dad had been one of his heroes, teaching him about country life, fishing, gardening, and living in the woods. Thanks, Uncle George. I can't imagine growing up and not knowing you. Your nephew, Billy