My Uncle B., Part Two.

Last year I wrote about my cool Uncle B.  I posted it on Facebook, and then I somehow managed to accidentally delete it!  Ugh.  Fortunately, it was on long enough for Uncle B. and family and friends to read it, but more could have.  I tried to retrieve it, but nooooooooo!  So I'm going to do uncle B., part two, which will be pretty much like the first one, with a few additions.  I can't remember all I put in the original.  My memory isn't what it used to be.  I forget when it started to go.  I'm sorry, what was I talking about?


Anyway, the substance of what I wrote last year, was that my uncle was (and of course, still is) a great person.  As kids, my family, including my late brother and myself, used to go to Florida on vacation, and meet up with grandma, uncle K, uncle B., Aunt L, and their kids.  It was a LOT of fun.  We'd swim in the gulf, play Putt-Putt golf, and I even got to go deep sea fishing when I got older.  I was very much taken with how my uncle, aunt, and their kids talked.  It was both fascinating, and weird at the same time.  Of course, to them, northerners must've seemed the same way.  In any case, it was a trip (literally).  Traveling introduces us to many different people, accents, and lifestyles.


I ALWAYS liked my uncle B., don't get me wrong, but when I was young, I don't think I fully appreciated him until I got older.  For example, in 1964 he supported Barry Goldwater, and being a flaming seventeen-year-old liberal, I wondered what was wrong with him.  Now I know -- NOTHING!  He understood the concept of limited government LONG before it was "cool."  


And cool does describe him.  Over the years I've discovered that cool simply means being yourself, and not worrying about what others think.  It's not about driving certain cars, dressing in a particular manner, or listening to the "right" kind of music.  It's about being yourself, and that is my uncle B.  What you see is what you get.  There's not a pretentious bone in his body.  


Uncle B. is committed to his Christian faith.  He posts about it and many other things, on Facebook, but never browbeats anyone.  Also, he doesn't apologize for his faith.  And why should he?  Those that think that Christianity is a crutch, don't get it.  It's not a crutch, it's a source of inspiration -- a beacon in the night, if you will.  If everyone practiced Christianity the way he does, the nation and the world, would be a lot better off.


There are a lot of unsung uncle B's around, although not as many as I'd like.  You know, someone who is rock solid honest, dependable, and just enjoyable to be around --  people who don't make the news, but make the world a better place, even though they're not trying to -- they just do what they do.


I seem to remember writing last year, about how when I was a kid, I'd play my uncle in checkers, and often won.  For a long time I wondered if he let me win.  Then I dealt to him in a poker game, haha.  I don't think he let me win.  But you know what?  Even though his success in poker was minimal, he never got upset with any player, and certainly not the dealer.  Win or lose, he was always a gentleman, just like he was in everyday life.  Trust me, if everyone were like uncle B. (and his family!) we wouldn't NEED the police, except maybe to direct traffic during athletic events.  He and his wife (sadly, aunt L. has passed) serve as role models, although I doubt they think of themselves that way.  In any case, I'll try not to mess this up by accidentally deleting it.  Here's a rousing Merry Christmas to uncle B., and his entire family!   



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Comments (8)

  1. willsblog

    God Bless your Uncle B and his whole family! We need more people in this world like your Uncle B.

    December 25, 2016
  2. LovingLasVegas

    That’s so nice of you to say, and ohhhhh so true!

    December 25, 2016
  3. SEC

    Wonderful memories of wonderful people

    December 25, 2016
  4. LovingLasVegas

    Oh yes!

    December 25, 2016
  5. sandrapainekoch

    Lovely tribute….I am not sure I ever met him? I believe I met L. Once, though. Merry Christmas, Dennis.

    December 25, 2016
    1. LovingLasVegas

      Than you. Merry Christmas.

      December 26, 2016
  6. Munkyman

    Christianity isn’t a crutch, it’s a rope.
    Some choose to hang their neighbors with it, some themselves.
    Some use it to tie a community together & others to save a friend.
    A few even use it to climb above.

    December 25, 2016
  7. LovingLasVegas

    Interesting take.

    December 26, 2016