The year was about 1953, I was 8 years old and it was one of those incredible late winter days with patchy, billowing clouds moving fast across azure blue skies, a beautiful Sunday morning on the east side of San Jose. Aldo told me during breakfast that as soon as we were done eating we were going across the street to Pala School football field to fly this HUGE kite he had built from scratch for the first time. WOW, I was so excited! From my 8 year old perspective this thing was immense... by my adult perspective I would guess it to have been about 5 feet tall and about 4 feet wide and probably weighed around 30 lbs...or so. It was six sided with a horizontal bar mounted front & center that he had tied a bunch of clothes line to. Aldo told me, "Ok, once I run all of the slack out of the line I'll yell "OK" then you'll stand the kite up and hold on to the bar to keep it steady.... you got that Michael?" I replied with a resounding "yeah I got it Unc!!" He ran out the slack, pulled the line tight and yelled "OK!" I bent down, grabbed the cross bar and as soon as I stood the kite up...."we" took off....me and the kite were 10 feet off the ground in a blink! I was hanging on for my life yelling...."get me down...c'mon Unc...get me down NOW!! I could hear him laughing as he finally started running forward and the kite and I gently settled back to earth! As soon as my feet touched down I sprinted towards him and tackled him and we ended up wrestling and laughing on the grass....it was one of the many good times we had together and a Sunday with my beloved "Unc" I will always remember.
Aloha and farewell my BIG Brother....my Uncle Aldo.