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Suzanne Leonetti Walker
May 11, 2024
Uncle Chris. At an early age, I understood that this man was a rare find, AND that he had not internalized his beautiful qualities and gifts that were clear to everyone else. Back then, I felt how "humble" Uncle Chris was before I even knew what the word truly meant. He was warm, accepting, full of talent that he didn't discuss, and didn't seem to be driven by competition. Like so many kids, I was a strong observer, sensing, taking in, and making meaning of the world and people around me, and I remember being truly puzzled by him. Something just didn't add up. Here was this gentle, yet powerful, and handsome man in his prime whom everyone loved, who filled the empty spaces of any occasion with his warmth and grace, raspy, full-belly laugh, kind spirit, and wonderful sense of humor. He made everyone feel like they mattered, and we felt complete in his presence. Now looking back, I believe the missing pieces were his lack of confidence, and belief that he was good enough.
Life brought Uncle Chris some setbacks, or rather, opportunities to begin anew. Like so many that loved him, my parents, Dennis and Merrily, were eager to help him forward, and coerced him to make the move to Hidden Valley, a peaceful, magical place that had provided solace to him in the past. I think our whole family felt our best when spending time there, and surely so could he. After a couple of years with us, Uncle Chris branched out on his own, moving across the lake, and settled into working for Hidden Valley as a handyman, warming the hearts and minds of the locals and the weekenders alike, and forming his own close circle of his now long-time beloved friends. Hidden Valley had embraced him fully, and this was his home.
Even thirty-five, forty years later, in the midst of the busy-ness of raising my own family, I still hold onto vivid memories of our years living with Chris and during my teenage years, some of which include: his calm and predictable nature, the twinkle in his eyes, the wise words he provided to my brother Jeff and me, his greeting to me of "Hi sweetie!" (with a smile every time!). Then, there was the time Uncle Chris' massive frame appeared in the front doorway one night when he was tasked with shutting down my second attempt to throw the biggest high-school party of the year...whoops. (He didn't have to say anything, his sheer presence scared my classmates all the way back to Pittsburgh an hour away. He never addressed the incident with me either. I think he was thankful to be in the role of "uncle" at that point.). There were multiple attempts from many good-willed "matchmakers" to set my uncle up on dates (he was such a catch!). Finally, I remember the scent of gin and tonics and Manhattans that he enjoyed with my dad over countless games of Backgammon, bantering back and forth making absurd bets as if they were high-rollers in Monaco (my dad likes to point out that Chris still owes him $56K!). Such entertainment, and it's possible that Chris let my dad win a few, but I'm sure the game will continue in the next life when they meet again someday.
I only ever heard Uncle Chris boast once, and that was about his homemade spaghetti sauce (slow cooking was his secret!). I never actually saw or tried it, but I believe it to be true! He wouldn't have dared to scheme a spaghetti cook-off with my mom for his own glory, since my mom was widely known around the valley for her version...the reliable pot on the stove paired with garlic bread in the oven, that came with an open door to old and new friends and cherished family after a long, wintry day on the slopes. Sometimes there was even a follow-up pie. In his humble way, Uncle Chris saw the magic that this meal provided to so many, this special sauce that brought people together, and allowed my mom to shine. In a way, that's just who Uncle Chris was, a slow-cooking, warm pot on the stove full of authentic ingredients, a touch of just the right sugar and spice, and love, all of which beautifully simmered to nourish us over time.
His loving memory will always stay with me. Uncle Chris, may you now rest easy knowing you were always good enough, and you made your mark in our hearts.
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Ishmael Bowman
May 9, 2024
RIP..... dear friend of of our youth at EHS .__
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