WOnderful remembrances, Charley:

I have many rememberances of my Uncle Ross and Aunt Ruth's farm house. And my Uncle Jim and Aunt Glady's, also. When we went to visit my Uncle Ross and Aunt Ruth, the highpoint would be coming into that kitchen in the evening after all the chores were done. The kitchen was blindingly bright, with just a bare light bulb exposed in the center of the ceiling. I loved the light in there and tried unsuccessfuly to get my Mother to agree to have a bare light bulb in each ceiling in our house. Aunt Ruth always seemed to have a batch of freshly made mollasses cookies and home-made ice cream waiting for us.

I ended up putting many of those memories into a song titled Uncle Jim. It was a composite of memories of both of my Uncles, and even some of my Dad.

"Old Uncle Jim he sits, sits in his chair he sits
Reading Reader's Digest for the 14th time
Puffing on a bowl of old Prince Albert
And sipping on some elderberry wine"

Later when I grew up, I made my own elderberry wine, and smoked Prince Albert for a long time...

Jerry