Another Love Story

Marie, Angie, Kathy

Tonight I’m having problems finding the photo I really want so this is a poor substitute.

His first words to us when my Aunt brought him to meet the family were “Hi, I’m Sam”.  I don’t know about the rest of the cousins, but I thought that was his real name, probably they thought so also, because until his passing a few hours ago, he was our Uncle Sam.  A sweet, mischievous and fun loving man, he put my aunt on a pedestal and she remained there all these years.  I’ve been trying to remember the year they married but it’s kinda hard to remember the year I married, and mine was several years later.  I do remember the dresses his sister and I wore in their wedding, blue chiffon with  handkerchief skirts.  My mom made our dresses and she swore never again!  Having done some stitch-work in my own right I know where she was coming from.  A gorgeous fabric that creeps and stretches while being stitched but that looks so wonderful when finished.  A challenge at any time but with her vintage Singer it was beyond challenging.  But Mom could make anything on that old Singer, the very one I later learned to sew on.

I know it was 50+ years ago, in the early 1960’s, because I already knew how to wobble along in high heels but then it could have been in the late 1950’s.  I remember what a perfect couple they made — he cleaned up really well.  Mama Ree, as I now call my aunt, wore a long white satin gown, probably made by mom’s other sister, Eleanor, also a gifted and talented seamstress/tailor.  I’m not sure about this, but it would be my guess at this point.  Somewhere I have the photo of the happy couple.  Naturally, since I wanted to add it tonight it is put away “in a safe place” where all of my stuff winds up, never to be seen again until a few days after when I’m asking myself “I wonder why this was so important at the time?”

My Uncle called her his “Little Flower” for reasons I won’t go into here.  He fit right in with this family, jokers all, each with his or her own special “talent” when it came to practical jokes.  For a few moments, while we were with our aunt today — or yesterday as of now, Diane, Doris and I were remembering some of the old days, one especially bad one when Diane and I were on the school bus on our way home.  That will be a story for another day though.  The discussion was mostly about the ice and snow in our forecast for tonight and tomorrow.  We didn’t have ice storms back then.  Just the real snow, suitable for snow ice cream, snow angels, snowmen, snowballs, snow forts…you think of it and there was an uncle or cousin who did it!

I once read a book written by Sam’s older brother about their upbringing in the Ozark mountain area of Arkansas or Missouri — not very sure at this point where exactly, but the book described Sam’s early years with his family.  His brothers would hunt for the critters they then put in cages for Sam to watch over until they were needed for Sunday dinner.  I remember how Sam and I laughed and teased about this book — before my mom read a few pages and shredded it.  Since she had also shredded “Hawaii” by James Michenor in the very early ’60’s, before I ever had a chance to read it, the latter shredding didn’t surprise me at all.  Just another minor irritation combined with the feeling of “why?”  She never explained it and after a while I stopped asking.  But Sam told me stories about growing up that had me rolling with laughter one minute while crying at the poverty he endured the next.  And he came out of it with that marvelous sense of humor intact and undamaged.

His final illness was short, on Sunday he ate a good meal, assisted by my cousin, Diane.  On Monday we thought he had up to six months left with us, on Tuesday Diane and Greg, another cousin, were informing the family that it was less than a week, and on Wednesday, thankfully after my daughter arrived to visit him with me as her passenger, we got the message that Uncle Sam is now flying with the angels.  He suffered from Alzheimer’s the last couple of years, but he always seemed to remember Gina.  I am forever grateful to Greg for telling her to get here immediately.  And he always, without fail in the beginning at least, knew she was “my woman” as he put it to me during the past summer.  It didn’t matter so much that he couldn’t always say her name.  He just never forgot that she was his woman, his love, his life.  She has been with him around the clock for all this time, waking to see if he needed something each time he turned over in bed, each time he was restless, each time his breathing was different in the last few days.  What a love story they shared, and what a wonderful life together all these years.  Rest in Peace, Uncle Sam.


18 thoughts on “Another Love Story”

    1. Hi Sue. I have trouble finding you also, so I’ve started clicking on “manage” in the followed blog line of my reader, then find you in there and click on that. I think this all started with the last “improvement” foisted on us by the unhappiness engineers in the name of taking something that worked and fixing it so it won’t work any more. I’ll wash my mouth out with soap now, slap the hands that typed the above in here, and pretend it is all improved and that I can wiggle my nose and it will magically appear. I actually have to do that for every blog I want to read, because the only ones that show up immediately are the ones that are one or two lines with pictures, nice when I have the time to scroll thru, but difficult when I’m trying to read as much as possible and only one person has posted it all.
      Losing Sam is difficult for us, but for him? Not so hard. He had dementia that was getting worse by the day and he just wasn’t enjoying life any longer. The cancer was found last week and within a week he left us with only a few really rough times for him. He’s in a better place now so we are all realizing that he won’t be trying to remember who we are now. Plus, I think there are so many bad things going on in the world today that the angels and saints needed his jokes to keep them going. ❤ ❤ ❤

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      1. Yes Sam is indeed in a better brighter place, and I feel many are being called home right now.
        And oh to wriggle our noses and make things run more smoothly! LoL
        Have a peaceful weekend Angie.. Love and Hugs OH and if you had not seen Irene is having problems, Her electricity in Spain failed and the street where she lives had to collective agree and pay up front I think to get engineers to sort the problems.. A large power surge blew up her PC and Modem .. So she only has her phone right now to contact.. Just in case you wonder why she is not visiting.. As I know she is also a regular here on your blog Angie.. xxx Love to you xx


      2. Thanks for the update on Irene, Sue. I wondered why I couldn’t find her. It almost sounds like life in Kentucky– things like that happen in my area a lot! I hate that she lost her computer! It’s not all that old!

        Time for me to get up and make breakfast now. Have a good weekend! 😇😇😇❤💗💓

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    1. Thanks Rebecca. He and Mama Ree are both special. My sis and I started calling our aunt Mama Ree soon after our own mother passed. She and Sam never had kids of their own so they “adopted” all of the nieces and nephews — all 250+ of us, I’m from a really large family. Mom had 10 brothers and 2 sisters so the cuzzins are all different ages with my group being part of the older generation. I don’t really know some of the younger ones names, so at our last family reunion we all wore name tags with the “elder” parents name at the top.

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      1. Mama Ree sounds wonderful as well! I will keep her and you all in my thoughts. I know the next few days will be hard. You have such a large family! That’s a good idea about the name tags at the family reunion. I know I couldn’t keep 250+ names in my memory!

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      2. Actually, there are some of the younger cousins I have never met! When the uncles and aunts moved away from here we only saw them a couple of weeks each year, and that makes it difficult to get to know them.

        Thank you for the good thoughts. I hope the weather clears up so I can get my power chair out to the bus on Monday!

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      3. I hope the weather cooperates for you as well. It’s got to be difficult enough for you as it is, you don’t need the added stress of snow and ice.

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    1. Thank you, Natalie. I miss him but at the same time I’m happy for him. He had dementia or Alzheimer’s, not sure which and wonder if it makes a difference, and it bothered him that he couldn’t remember people now. The cancer that showed up last week acted so fast that it was a blessing in disguise. Just praying now that I will be able to get to the funeral on Monday. Our weather has taken a direct hit by the snow and ice that began moving in during the night.
      Love you, Sister of my Heart! ❤ ❤ ❤

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      1. I have ordered a ride on the handicap bus Natalie. Te It will take me from my door to the site and bring me back home. All the way in their bus rhen drop,. Me bsck at my door when the funeral is over


    1. When I was visiting my aunt last Thursday we were talking about the difference a year makes., It was just over a year and she is still learning to live on her own. We all still miss him and will as long as we each breathe, but none as much as Mama Ree. They were always so happy together but she is always smiling when we visit her. That’s just the way she is, always there for us now, always keeping Uncle Sam in her heart. 😇🌹❤💙💖💜💕🦋🌹🕊🙏

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