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  • My family home burned to the ground when I was nineteen; we lost all of our pictures. This picture is not my Uncle Floyd, but sometimes when we think of loved ones that have passed, the picture isn't always clear.

    My Uncle Floyd was married to my mother's sister, Patsy. They lived in my home town, as a lot of my family did. It was probably five miles between our house and theirs. And every morning, while the six females that lived in our house tried getting ready for school, work, and the day, Uncle Floyd came over and had coffee.

    He would sit in the middle of the chaos, a huge smile on his face, and in between the yelling and arguing... "I need the bathroom!" "Give me back my sweater!" "Mom...tell her to give me back my sweater!" "Did one of you girls take my pantyhose??" "Your breakfast is getting cold!"...he would defuse the situation by visiting with my Mom and Grandmother; talking about the latest town news.

    He would also get our spirits happy by teasing us with goofy jokes and making silly faces. I remember leaving for the school bus many mornings, with a grin on my face, because of my Uncle Floyd. Then he would go to work.

    I wish I had a picture of my Uncle Floyd; I wish I could show it to my son; I wish he could have seen him act like Jackie Gleason, and giggle and laugh too. My Uncle Floyd once had a dog, when he was a boy, named Bruce.

    This picture has the twinkle of his eye, and the color of his humor and spirit.
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