My first clear memory of Uncle John was a visit he made to us in Milton. Our parents were going away for the weekend. Aunt Karen and Uncle Mike were coming to have a relaxing weekend with the three of us kids. I remember running to the car full of excitement when a huge leather hat came out from the back! I was in awe. Where did they find him? He had a long beard, a very trendy coat and a warm smile. Mom told us this was our Uncle John, her brother. I was in shock!! How could my mother have a "hippie brother". I remember bits and pieces of that weekend but I clearly remember Uncle John taking a piece of grass and making noises with it. Climbing up on his lap to hear him read me a story in a very exciting tone. It's not a big memory but its a nice one.
Last week I tried to "encourage" my family to post to this blog. I sent them all TERRIBLE pictures of themselves and threatened to post them here if they didn't post their own. Although they all responded soon enough to my threat, nobody has updated this blog yet. To be fair, this sort of thing is easier for me to do so I'll give a general update on the family. I won't post those nasty pictures just yet, because I'm sure there are some of me floating around and I don't want to start a war. You may remember there are 6 kids, in order of age: Mark, Colleen, Paul, David, Kathleen & Kevin. Hearing it listed like that reminds me of being called for dinner. :) Mom and Dad (Maureen and Al) are both in good health and living in that big house you remember in Ancaster. The house and property itself would look very different to many of you as my Dad's projects have really transformed the place. There are no more big willow trees (and no more treehouse!) :( ...
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