This is the new 70! Get down Uncle Paul! |
As you know, my mother's family is from Alabama. It is our 'home'. So like most city kids, I took an annual summer time trip 'down south' and because I was blessed, we actually would make a couple of trips. See, Aunt Polly and Uncle Paul never left Alabama. They anchored, and continue to anchor our family here.
Uncle Paul is...everything. Just a lil ole bundle of lovewrapped up in love. He and my Aunt Polly married very young, way before I was a thought, so he's always been in my life. Uncle Paul was so much a father to me, I never missed what I was missing. I trailed him like ducks trail water. We laugh about it today but I was probably a big hindrance to his 'good times' back in the day.
Me (love the face), Uncle Paul & my nephew DJ walking at the Relay for Life event. |
Uncle Paul is a quint-essential southern man. Or at least, my idea (and ideal) of a Southern man. He worked hard, played hard, loved hard, laughed hard and back in the day, he drank hard. Oh yeah, and drove hard. See, in a small town like Rockford that's about all the entertainment there was. He and Aunt Polly have two daughters. My cousins say he was hard on them. You know, discipline wise. I, on the other hand, they say was spoiled. Well, perhaps. I think I just came along at the right time. See, they are respectively 8 and 10 years older than me and the next cousins after me are respectively 8 and 10 years younger than me. So I had a long stretch as 'the baby' in the family. (Insert devilish grin) Also, I was just a good girl all the time. (Eyes batting innocently)
Another great Christmas. |
Uncle Paul loves his truck and his wife. |
Alyssa love her Papa! That's the oldest grand-daughter. |
Supporting his bride at the annual Relay for Life event. Sometimes blurry pics are awesome, they still capture a person's essence. See that smile. |
Since I've returned home and settled into my own life, Uncle Paul and I have gardened together every season. He helps and advises me. I watch and observe him. Oh sometimes he'll let me into his garden on my own but you've got to know just how to walk through his greens and tomatoes. My cousins don't fool with him. They say if you show any interest in it he will worry you to death about that garden. This is true. We debate a lot. Well, it's never really a debate. I tell him some new technique I'm trying and he tells me why it won't work. I don't argue. The man is 74 years old. Who am I to tell him anything? He comes by with something new he's discovered all the time. Aunt Polly always says, "Paul, leave that girl alone. She don't wanna hear about your beans!" Oh but I do. I enjoy our 'debates'. Sometimes, when he figures out that while I am listening to him, I'm not doing it how he suggested...he'll just take over in MY garden. LOL. I think it used to irk me...then I realised, shoot, Uncle Paul is doing ME a favor. Besides, he has been gardening for about 60 years, he's probably tried everything I think is so new and exciting. But honestly, I'm just so happy to have his conversation and company, I don't care what he does or how much he fusses. That's my Uncle Paul.
Uncle Paul with the ladies of the Missionary Circle at church. Aunt Polly is the President and Uncle Paul is always there to support. |
Since I have been ill, he has offered to drive me to an from appointments and wait on me just to make sure I'm safe and not alone. I have a hard time asking for help. I tend to feel like I'm bothering people or being a burden. Uncle Paul told me a few days ago that I can't be burdening him, he OFFERED. True. LOL.
I could sit here and type for days telling stories of my Uncle Paul, how he makes us laugh until we cry. How he is so spoiled by and devoted to my Aunt Polly, his wife of over 50 years. How he is so spry and sharp and full of energy at 74. How I realise how much my husband Phil reminds me of him...I guess I married my 'dad' after all. How he won't eat anybody's cooking but Aunt Polly's. His daughters' and Aunt Polly's Sis being the ONLY exceptions and only on special occassions...but generally, its Polly's or hungry. How I know my cousins all think they have a special relationship with him and they are his favorite (though I know for a fact that I am). What I really wanted to impart here is how much I think of him as a great man. He would never say so. He just feels like he did what he was supposed to do in life. But these days - who is doing what they are supposed to do!? Who is being a man and not complaining about it? Who is taking time with children making sure they feel special and teaching them life skills? He has always been a beacon of light in my life. He has taught me with the way he lived, what true love looks like. For forty years, even when my own Dad was absent, I have always known I was loved. The family even jokes about it...Nancy and her Uncle Paul. "You know Paul gonna see about Poo." Yep, that's MY Uncle and I love him like tomatoes love the sunshine.
Uncle Paul is what love looks like.
With his 'baby' daughter, Paula. Never too old for Daddy's lap. |