I will never forget that day Wyatt and George Tate came to visit in my upstairs flat on Oakleys Lane.  My Deb was in the playpen (61 years old now).  Their visit started us to New Bridge Baptist, where I am there still.  This visit led me to Eddie Hendricks, 2 sons and 3 grandsons!  Eddie and I have bee married 53 years!  Who would have thought -"BUT GOD"!

Uncles have a special role. Not being our father, they can be a friend and a supporter in a different way than anyone else in our lives. They are both a relative and a companion; one of the few people able to be both. Whether they are silly, serious , seen every day, seen at holidays or the one who teaches us the “real” words to  “Mairzy Doates” (sp?).  I can still hear him say  Mary Lynn, mares eat oats , does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy“ .  because I thought the words were just made up words...or the mentor who teaches you how to make black eyed peas, (gotta smash em up some); the loss of an uncle is a particularly hard one. Their loss, however, is filled with the years of happy memories we had, and that special connection that belongs only to uncles.  Until we meet again, Uncle Watt, you were loved!