Fred Parker on wed 26 sep 07
Good for you, Mel!
When I was a kid I had an uncle maybe a bit like you. One of my earliest
memories of him was when he returned from the Navy on leave back during
the 1950's. I was 12 or so. He was stationed on an aircraft carrier -
the USS Princeton - which had been at sea offering ample opportunity for
him and his shipmates to compose and memorize dirty ballads. He thrived
on reciting MUCH shipboard poetry in the presence of the ladies of the
family. Of course, we kids loved it. My personal favorite was "The
Ballad of Christopher Columbus" which began thusly:
"Columbo went to the queen of Spain,
to ask for ships and cargo.
He said, 'I'll kiss your Royal Arse,
if I don't bring back Chicargo...'"
I'll leave the verses about Columbus' cabin boy, Pocahontas and other
players to your imagination, but my uncle didn't edit ANYTHING -- a trait
much endearing to the 12 year-olds du jour.
After the Navy he entertained himself for awhile doing what young ex-
sailors do at the local V.F.W. (drinking and savoring the occasional
barfight). He went on to become an incredible trial lawyer. I suppose
his taste for the wider scope helped him there. Now he is gone, but I
will always remember him fondly because he never let himself be
constrained by the "tsk tsk" crowd.
Because of him I have long believed every young boy needs a "pull-my-
finger" uncle. They help the young develop a sense of humor. I was lucky
to have him. Your nephew is lucky to have you.
Fred Parker
On Tue, 25 Sep 2007 15:43:32 -0500, mel jacobson wrote:
>SNIP
>
>i taught my three year old great nephew
>how to pee on a tree this week end at the farm.
>god, he loved it...did it three times by himself.
>there was a great deal of tsk, tsk tsk...uncle mel,
>what are you teaching?
>REALITY.
>
>from: mel/minnetonka.mn.usa
>website: http://www.visi.com/~melpots/
>
>Clayart page link: http://www.visi.com/~melpots/clayart.html
>
lela martens on wed 26 sep 07
My wonderful uncle was a farmer who immigrated to Canada with his small
family from Scandinavia after the war. My mother, his sister followed a
couple of years later. She married another Dane, my dad, who she met on
the boat trip over.
We lived about a bit more than an hour away from my uncle`s farm. Over the=
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it was where I learned where meat came from. The lopping of chicken heads,
the steer to market, and how he cured a bloated milk cow. Shelling peas and=
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long sleeves are a good idea when picking raspberries.
Years later we took our son. My uncle taught him about peeing on trees. Bu=
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back home in town, after a neighbour`s mention, I had to explain that we
didn`t do that in town. `But Uncle Rydich said it is good for the trees!`.=
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`Yes, for sure! But trees in town don`t like it as much`.
Ahh, the memories of a wonderful man. Thanks Mel!
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Best wishes from Lela
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WJ Seidl on wed 26 sep 07
Fred,
I swear to the gods,
if Mel comes up to anyone and says "pull my finger" at the next NCECA,
I'm gonna blame YOU.
And then find a way to bottle it, and send it to you.
ROFLMAO
Wayne Seidl
wondering just how many trees there are around the conference center in
Pittsburgh
Fred Parker wrote:
> Good for you, Mel!
> SNIP
> Because of him I have long believed every young boy needs a "pull-my-
> finger" uncle. They help the young develop a sense of humor. I was lucky
> to have him. Your nephew is lucky to have you.
>
> Fred Parker
>
> On Tue, 25 Sep 2007 15:43:32 -0500, mel jacobson wrote:
>
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