From the time I can remember, when we came from Joplin to visit, Uncle Raymond made me laugh a lot. And though we have lived in California for many years, time in-between visits seems to melt when we get together with our Missouri family.
Whenever I would visit my Aunt Frances and Uncle Raymond, there always seemed to be a special project going on. I recall the pigeons and the trains, among so many other things. There was the cabin on the lake and skiing, and the ATVs one year at Thanksgiving. Fun times that many of us share memories of.
Uncle Raymond provided memories for sure….from go carts (wayyy back when), to airplane rides, and everything in between. I have memories of water skiing mishaps (Uncle Raymond), and playing handball with the ‘old folks' against our garage door in California years ago.
The memories are varied, and plentiful. He once told me when I was really little, that his badly skinned hand was the result of a bear that came out of Aunt Ag and Uncle Ed's pantry/cellar and got him. Years later when I realized he had been kidding me, I asked him about it and he howled with laughter, not remembering anything about it.
And could he cook!!! We were always amazed at the meals he cooked. Always so special, yet just an ordinary meal to him it seemed.
My kids, who didn't get a lot of opportunity to be around him, still recall some of the funny things he did when we all paid a visit one summer. In those few days, they acquired some fond memories too, for which I am glad.
I didn't get a recent opportunity to see my uncle. But I know that he is more comfortable now, and in a better place…and I will get to see him again, one day. You did a good job Uncle Raymond. Thanks for the memories, until we see you again.