As a child, I frequently listened to my uncle, well he was an honorary uncle but an honorary one was the same as a blood uncle, but Uncle Omar Bartlett, who was from New Hampshire and spoke with a distinctive down east accent, told his story of the D-Invasion of Normandy. I suspect he was in that wave. Hearing him speak of this in the la…
As a child, I frequently listened to my uncle, well he was an honorary uncle but an honorary one was the same as a blood uncle, but Uncle Omar Bartlett, who was from New Hampshire and spoke with a distinctive down east accent, told his story of the D-Invasion of Normandy. I suspect he was in that wave. Hearing him speak of this in the late 1950s meant that it was only 14 or 15 years earlier — a blink of an eye in time. Today 14 years seems like yesterday today. Time does that to you as you age. But Uncle Omar proudly repeated his story of the invasion. I probably sat in silence stoking one of his and Auntie Carman’s cats, Tiger or Buster. And my anticipation to visit them frequently on Sundays likely seeded in my recesses, the pleasure of feline companionship in the home. Dag. I’m lucky Auntie Carman and Uncle Omar didn’t own any cows.
As a child, I frequently listened to my uncle, well he was an honorary uncle but an honorary one was the same as a blood uncle, but Uncle Omar Bartlett, who was from New Hampshire and spoke with a distinctive down east accent, told his story of the D-Invasion of Normandy. I suspect he was in that wave. Hearing him speak of this in the late 1950s meant that it was only 14 or 15 years earlier — a blink of an eye in time. Today 14 years seems like yesterday today. Time does that to you as you age. But Uncle Omar proudly repeated his story of the invasion. I probably sat in silence stoking one of his and Auntie Carman’s cats, Tiger or Buster. And my anticipation to visit them frequently on Sundays likely seeded in my recesses, the pleasure of feline companionship in the home. Dag. I’m lucky Auntie Carman and Uncle Omar didn’t own any cows.