Uncle Walter

Vickie is correct in her story. I remember the perfect bow hanging from the waist, loose but perfect.

I believed that if I yelled really loud he would hear me I just new he could, but no he could not. We would make signs with motion for him to eat, or close our eyes to tell him we were going to bed. We would walk down that lane with the most beautiful trees on both sides making a tunnel when it was full of leaves. He would find Preying Mantis’s and Walking Sticks. Dad could really communicate with him, sign.

Uncle Walter

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!