....If you come to one of my shows where I am doing a full set you will see a glass dish with a candle in it in front of my mic stand. This glass was given to me by my Uncle George who recently passed away. Uncle George was a big burly man who I never heard raise his voice athough he looked sometimes when we were playing poker that he would like to. Along with my Aunt Chris, he defined what it meant to care about the people you loved. No one in my family ever went without a place to stay in tough times, as his door was always open. Reaching out a hand whether it be by working on a project at a family member's home or hauling firewood was his way.
Uncle George didn't need to tell you how to live your life, he wasn't the kind of person to boast or to think he knew everything. He led by example in everything he did and I mean everything. The way he loved his wife, the way he cherished his daughter & grandchildren and the way he worked in the woods.
.... Love is a funny thing, and I witnessed it in its most covert fashion a few years back when I stayed at my mom and dad's place for a while after going though some of my own sadness. My dad and Uncle George it seems, for being several miles away from each other, would gab on the phone almost every night. I think they talked low so that no one would notice that they would stay on the phone for quite some time. Love...doesn't care if you are 2 time- tested lumberjacks in your sixties. Love doesn't care if you are scared of getting old. Love somehow finds it way into every heart if that heart allows.
.... My Uncle George loved me and I loved him. We knew this and there was no need to say it, just like there was no need for him to say why he was giving away some of his prized things last year. One of those things was a King's Crown Dish which was manufactured in the early part of the last century. I honor him and his memory by keeping him close to me when I am doing what I love.......
Uncle George didn't need to tell you how to live your life, he wasn't the kind of person to boast or to think he knew everything. He led by example in everything he did and I mean everything. The way he loved his wife, the way he cherished his daughter & grandchildren and the way he worked in the woods.
.... Love is a funny thing, and I witnessed it in its most covert fashion a few years back when I stayed at my mom and dad's place for a while after going though some of my own sadness. My dad and Uncle George it seems, for being several miles away from each other, would gab on the phone almost every night. I think they talked low so that no one would notice that they would stay on the phone for quite some time. Love...doesn't care if you are 2 time- tested lumberjacks in your sixties. Love doesn't care if you are scared of getting old. Love somehow finds it way into every heart if that heart allows.
.... My Uncle George loved me and I loved him. We knew this and there was no need to say it, just like there was no need for him to say why he was giving away some of his prized things last year. One of those things was a King's Crown Dish which was manufactured in the early part of the last century. I honor him and his memory by keeping him close to me when I am doing what I love.......