Memories Of My Uncle Bob

It’s hard to know where to start when asked about my memories of you.


But they go back a long ways, that I know. I remember in my early years, spending a lot of time at Nana’s house, and that meant spending much of it with you, as she cooked, was baking or did the washing.
I remember hours spent watching you put together your many model airplanes and seeing the finished products hanging from your ceiling. Or as you came up with creative Meccano masterpieces, some of them even with functional, moving parts. I came to understand why your cherished Meccano sets were considered “off-limits” to my little child hands.


I spend hours with you, setting up and playing with your toy soldiers or cowboys and Indians. We had them everywhere! Or how you taught me at a young age to be a card shark, with many games including Gin Rummy. It’s a game I still love and play to this day, although now online. 


I remember you taking me fishing, and how I stuck my posterior in a patch of nettles, picking up my rod as we crossed the burn over a cow gate. I remember seeing you perform a car trick in an empty lot, driving it on two wheels as I gaped, open-mouthed.
And in later years, I remember you giving me several of your Police albums to listen to, as I had become a huge fan of the band and Sting in general. And how jealous I was of your fabulous stereo system!


And our friendly rivalry between the Toronto Maple Leafs, and Detroit Red Wings. The horrified look on your face, as you saw that I had dressed Brittany, you Rottweiler up in one of my Detroit T-shirts! 


The times we spent at the pet store, playing with several parrots. I remember our favourite being a $5000 Hawk-head parrot that you could swing upside down, and who went “Wheeeeeee!” every time you did it!


So many fond memories of you come to mind. I can’t believe that you are now gone, and that so many people now have to continue on without you. That all we have left now is the love we have in our hearts, and the memories of you to cherish forever.
I hope you are in a happy place and not suffering anymore, and that Nana was there to greet you with open arms. I will miss you and never forget you, and neither will those whose lives you touched while on your too-short journey on this Earth.


I love you, Uncle Bob

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Published by jenmcnaughton

Born in Scotland, I moved to Canada in 1980 with my family. I was 10. I became homesick in my 20's, and longed for my beloved Scotland. Happily, I recently returned home for good! I am a photographer, freelance writer and bestselling author, and entrepreneur. I am an animal lover and advocate. My other hobbies include exploring, collecting sea glass, reading and music.

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