I've been thinking about some of my favorite memories of Uncle Paul, and then I thought about Uncle Joe. Both of them got stuck with the Crewe of Cousins upon occassion so I'm going to class them together. You younger cousins don't feel left out as these go back to me, Johnny, Margaret and Paul Dent. You guys add to it for your own age group.
I remember Uncle Paul building a raft and me and Paul Dent and Johnny going down to the [Dog] River, putting it in and heading into the swamp. Dear God! How did we stay alive?! I remember Uncle Paul getting Chico for Paul Dent. That damned horse hated kids. When we went to get on him, he'd stand on our feet until we gave up and ran off.
Uncle Joe would feed us Irish Potatoes when he babysat. That was a baked potatoe served with butter. Since he made such a big deal out of them being straight from Ireland, we devoured them with relish and considered the potatoe a worthy rival of Uncle Paul's egg souffle (scramble eggs, bake in oven, serve to Crewe). We ultimately decided that as the souffle was French and the potato was Irish, we could not say that one was superior to the other.
After Uncle Joe's Irish Potatoe, I, Paul Dent, Johnny and Margaret would procede to the railroad tracks which were a short distance away, put rocks down on the tracks and hide in the ditch waiting for the train to come and crack them. Dear God, how did we grow up?
Horrified, you little p******? Remember, these guys were ace fighter pilots and Merchant Marines (Uncle Joe also being an Oxford grad). They didn't babysit any wimps. Jack had already crashed and burned for the fourth time and had entered the Uncle Hall of Fame.
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