Robert Berry Burnham

I remember Uncle Bob fondly. When I was little, Uncle Bob, Aunt Ethel and Cousin Cyndi lived next door to us. I loved the smell of the cigars he smoked, and we often sat with him in the summertime on his porch watching the Red Sox.

I also really liked the Cuckoo Clock in their dining room. I think I used to believe it was a live bird.

I also remember all the fun times at Grandpa Hazletts Camp in Barrington, NH, with all the family.

I was quite sad when Uncle...