One of my fond memories of Uncle Rosebud was in July 1977, before I matriculated as a knob at The Citadel. I played tennis in Charleston with a family friend and was driving back to Summerville when an older gentleman ran a stop sign and we were in a serious accident. I was unconscious for a time. I was taken to Trident Hospital for treatment. When released, Uncle Rosebud transported me in his Peters station wagon because I couldn't sit up without getting sick. He put the back seats down and I was able to lay down for the ride back to Mama's house on Cedar Street in Summerville. My Mom Beverly (his sister) appreciated his love and support as well. Love you, Uncle Rosebud; miss you! -- Love, Sweetpea
(I don't recall when we started the Uncle Rosebud & Sweetpea names, but that's what we called each other for years). I was also able to spend some time with Uncle Rosebud, Aunt Milly, Pete & Karen about a month ago. Nice memory!