Remembering Harry

The more I think about my uncle Harry I am amazed. He had retired when I knew him. He stayed at my aunts home [it was his house too because my grandparents had left the house to the children] and when my birth mother died my father also came to stay in the house with me. When my birth father died I was adopted by my aunt. Harry was the babysitter for my baby sister and myself.

Harry was a bachelor. He was a sargent in the army during WWI. They rode horses. We had a room upstairs in the back which was like a walk-in closet. In that room he set up a "war room" during WWII.



He had maps and newspapers keeping track of the war. This is not the type of man you would think of changing dypers . He wash clothes and there were no automatic washer and dryers.

I remember a Christmas when because of the war the lights were not colored. He was not happy with that so he painted the white lights individualy different colors. To do that he hung them on the clothes line in the basement. We used them on the tree for many years.

Today was a beautiful day as warm as a summer day. We worked on the center of the railroad, uncovering the water fall and pool. We cleaned it out and added water and ran it.

It is my sister birthday. Happy birthday sister!