Uncle Earl  Born August 1, 1910, Died May 4, 1968

I recall Uncle Earl with his low gentle voice and the ponds and the cabins we made He’d pay us good wages if we worked or we played and never a harsh word was said Drove me to Fort Dix in his 53 Merc when I left home to go overseas And he never would take anything in return and he let us do just what we pleased We’d swim in his ponds and sometimes at night, we’d go to his cabin for beer And talk about women and tell dirty jokes that we knew that our folks would not hear He’d loan us his guns, his dogs and his cars and help us when ever he could If we had a problem he’d help us decide to do what we knew that we should He’d spot a deer from a half mile away as it lay in the tall weeds to hide And he’d grin and he’d say “You’ll do better next time” when the shot from my rifle went wide I'll never forget when he walked in the door at Laverne’s and then took us a aback By saying “ A couple of weekends ago I think I had a heart attack. About a month later, when I got the call that told us our uncle had died I was working at Ford and when I heard the news, I went to the men’s room and cried I’ve got of great picture, He’s holding a trout that he caught in his pond one weekend And I think what an honor this great simple man was our Uncle and also our friend. I recall Uncle Earl with his low gentle voice and his patience with us without end And I think what an honor this gentle great man was our Uncle and also our friend