We all have one. I have one you have one your best friend has one. The fact is that all of us, each and every one of us has or has had one. That is unless you were born under a rock or you are so anti-social that everyone hates you. But that most likely is not you is it? Because you have one too.
What is it that we all have ? A favorite relative or friend. My favorite relative passed away some 20 years or so ago. But to this day My Great Uncle Roy remains strong in my mind.
My great uncle Roy had seen it all. Growing up as a farm boy in North Dakota he had made his way out to the Pacific NW in rural Washington State some 20 minutes or so by car from Portland. Roy had seen the Spanish American war where he had commanded Cannon Fire. He had taught school in a one room school house and was the only college educated person in our entire family for generations.
During the Great depression Uncle Roy would load up the Truck with Milk from his cows and drive out to Gresham Oregon a suburb of Portland and trade Milk for Strawberries. Closer into town he would trade Strawberries and milk for fresh vegetables. By the time he made his way to the farmers market in downtown Portland he would have a variety of items to sell and or barter with before making his way back home.
My uncle Roy lived alone on his 45 acres having lost his only true love early in life and never married again. The little one story loggers shack where my Uncle Roy lived was filled with memorabilia. Newspaper articles and old photo's adorned the walls as much for there insulation as they were for the memories they held.
My Great Uncles home was also the gathering place for our families 4th of July picnic and family reunion. It was a time for us all to gather and catch up on where we were all at. It was also a great time as a small child to sit back and listen to all of the great stories that my Uncle would tell. It was like magic. Better than a picture show.
My Great Uncle was all so a very practical man. He always had a way with words and could reduce it right down to its essence in a few short words. I regale one of these stories on my Rose_City_Blog_site . A short story of Cutting Grass at Uncle Roy's in the Summer of 1964.
I Am sure you as well have a favorite friend or relative, Don't You ? I am sure there memories bring a smile to your face just as they do to mine when I think about MY GREAT UNCLE ROY .
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