I was only 5 or 6. I can’t believe I remember Uncle Walter. I’m not sure, but I think he was from Dad’s side of the family. He came to visit us when we lived at the Linkhart house. He had a heart of gold and wasn’t a fat man, but he had a bowling ball belly. He couldn’t speak or hear, but he was funny. We all tried to play horse shoes and he usually won.
One morning I was getting ready for school and I had a dress with ties and everyone was busy except Uncle Walter. He tied a beautiful bow that instead of encircling snugly around the waist, it was hanging around my butt like a bustle. I showed him to try to tighten. Still not snug. Needless to say I wasn’t happy, but I remember going off to school as was. (At least I hope that’s what I did…it’s a bit vague.) He was a very kind man. He was a keeper!