Tuesday, November 3, 2015
My "Uncle Bud" was a man of honesty and integrity, with a great gift for a joke. Yes, they were old routines, but somehow he had a way of making them fresh and new. Having lost my mother at 6yrs. old, my Uncle Bud, and his beloved Dorothy (Aunt Dot to me) and the Graebe family et al were more than cousins, they were extended family. My Uncle Bud was skilled at loosening up my Dad. However, he did not have a mean bone in his body. His golf "treatises" could have made a book. The world has lost another member of the greatest generation. My prayers go out to the entire Graebe family. They were a larger part of my youth, than they realize. Their "reception" at the Shadowbrook is a fond memory. May they find comfort and peace.
