EFerrari
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Sat Mar-21-09 12:25 AM
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I miss my favorite uncle(s). One time, my favorite uncle was driving me home |
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Edited on Sat Mar-21-09 12:26 AM by EFerrari
from school and we saw a huge balloon floating down the street. He jumped out of the car, grabbed it and jumped back in and handed it to me. It popped just about right away. But, that was fun.
Anyone else have favorite uncle stories?
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:55 AM
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but one of my classmate's dad was an engineer at the Alameda Naval Airstation, and was always coming up with trippy stuff for us to do. One day he opened the trunk of his '62 Falcon and pulled out a surplus parachute. He rigged it up behind the Falcon and towed us around in the empty field behind our houses. Parasailing in 1970 behind a Falcon. :woohoo:
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:02 PM
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7. That's really, really cool! |
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Sat Mar-21-09 04:23 AM
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2. My Uncle Webster always used to let my brother and I steer his various tractors and combines. |
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Between that, and getting to ride his horses, we thought that being a farmer had to be the absolute coolest thing you could ever do.
Of course, we didn't know about the back-breaking dusk to dawn work days. We just knew we were 8 years old and driving a giant, noisy, diesel belching machine out in a rice field.
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:03 PM
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8. I didn't see a farm until I was 17. But I think my uncle let me drive |
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his milk truck on back roads a little bit. He was just a kid, too. Like 22 or something!
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Sat Mar-21-09 04:31 AM
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3. My uncle used to molest me |
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but that wasn't a lot of fun!
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:04 PM
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Sat Mar-21-09 04:55 AM
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My Uncle Earl and my Uncle Bob (or BJ).
They were a huge part of my life growing up.
Unfortunately, BJ ended up drinking himself to death (:cry: ), and Earl was murdered by two men in Arkansas.
I miss them to this day.
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:07 PM
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11. I had five uncles and they all acted like they were my dad. |
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But two favorite ones, too. The other one was a mathematician and an engineer but a comedian at heart. You could always tell when he got to a party because the buzz got louder. :)
He taught me how to play chess and how to put up with big noisy guys. I adored him. Mom says I was the only one who cried at his wedding, aka, because he was moving out!
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Sat Mar-21-09 04:56 AM
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5. My mom's brother was a crop duster and he came to town once |
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and flew us around town and right over our house - it was the first plane ride I'd ever had, it was awesome. :)
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:08 PM
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Sat Mar-21-09 03:14 PM
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20. About 7 or 8 I think. |
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Sat Mar-21-09 03:37 PM
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22. Wow. That must have been fun. |
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Sat Mar-21-09 05:02 AM
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6. My favorite uncle's name is Sam and he's a real smarty pants. |
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Edited on Sat Mar-21-09 05:03 AM by Heidi
He's a really laid back but straight-laced guy.
One Saturday I came home from college to find Sam, wearing the coolest (but most uncharacterically Sam-like) Hawaiian shirt and noshing on chips and dip in my folks' kitchen.
Me: "Hey, Sam. Where'dja get that cool shirt?"
Sam: "Won it in a dice game," he deadpanned before stuffing his mouth with a guacamole-laden tortilla chip.
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:10 PM
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15. LOL. My uncle Clem was sort of like that except he WAS a huge gambler. |
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Edited on Sat Mar-21-09 01:10 PM by EFerrari
He used to place bets in China Town and when there was no game going, he's resort to playing blackjack with my grandmother and me! He was my godfather, from the Philippines and a vet. He used to give me books to read. :)
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:05 PM
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10. No good uncle here, but I'm glad you had one. |
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With so much bad in the world, it's great to have a good such good, happy memories.
:)
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:07 PM
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12. I only have one Uncle but I adore him |
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As a retired political scientist who has worked with and known both political and media bigwigs I am endlessly fascinated by his stories of his personal aquaintences. He's also funny as hell to talk to, but I think my favorite story is from when he was babysitting me and my two sisters when we were little. Notorious for not liking children he did my parents a favor by watching us when they went away for a trip...My parents came home to find him prancing around the house with our 6 foot long red crawl through tunnel on him saying "I'm the dancing tree!" (a character from our favorite children's show). Shocked the hell outta my parents I can tell you..:D
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:14 PM
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:10 PM
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14. my uncle Bill was "special" |
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the story goes, that he lost it when his wife died young and he just couldn't get over it. My dad protected him as best he could.
Uncle Bill was a child . He would play with us just like he was one of us .We loved it , and we loved him
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Sat Mar-21-09 01:30 PM
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He and my aunt (my mom's sister) never had kids, so they treated me and my brother like their own kids, but with an extra helping of "spoil 'em rotten" thrown in for good measure. We lived nextdoor to them for the first six years of my life, and I loved having dinner at home and then running across the backyard to get dessert at their house. (My uncle LOVED sweets, so there would always be something good there.)
I have tons of great memories, but one stands out: He taught me not to be afraid of thunderstorms. The sliding glass door in their family room faced west, out over the elementary school's baseball fields, so we could always see storms coming in. One evening a storm boiled up and I started to get fretful, so he stood with me at the door, with his arm around my shoulder, talking about how cool the lightning looked and how impressive the thunder was. (Of course when it got really close we retreated to the other side of the room.) That very day I got over my fear of thunderstorms and have loved them ever since.
Uncle Frank died 18 years ago after a horrendous eight-year battle with prostate cancer. He suffered terribly; he was the last person on earth to deserve that kind of fate. :cry:
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Sat Mar-21-09 02:02 PM
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18. I was always a little intimidated by my uncle, who was very tall and a little wild. He had to drive |
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me to another town about three hours away once when I was three or so. He bought some pretzel sticks and kept putting them up under his upper lip like vampire teeth. I found it hilarious and terrifying at the same time.
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Sat Mar-21-09 02:28 PM
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19. My husband had the best uncles.... |
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Here's one... In HS...my future husband, my friend Louise and I left school immediately after classes to head 100+ miles to attend a Bball tournament that night. Girls had to wear dresses/skirts to HS in those days so my friend and I changed into jeans and t-shirts in the back seat of the car as we were heading down the road.
When we got to my future husband's uncle's house, where we were going to spend the night after the games, we forgot that we had left our garter belts and nylons in the back seat..
Mr. Tikki's uncle let us use his car to go to the tournament and he said he would go gas up our car for the trip back home early the next day.
The next morning we found two brightly wrapped boxed packages on the back seat of our car. They looked like presents...and as we rode away we opened the boxes and found our undies...cleaned and folded neatly...with a message: We love you all...Uncle Ray and Aunt Nina".
I married into the best family, ever...
Tikki
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Sat Mar-21-09 03:33 PM
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21. I grew up with my Unk |
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he was a lot of fun back then, and he is a lot of fun today....
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