Favorite Uncles and Aunts

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growing up all of the kids in our family had a favorite uncle, Uncle Bart. He wasn't handsome and he wasn't wealthy, but he always took time to talk to us kids about anything that interested us. When my boys were young my brother who was a career Navy officer held the honor of being favorite uncle. He had the boys convinced that he had been a pirate, and their was no changing their minds on that point.
 

I had a favourite Aunt..Auntie Betty..she was my fathers' youngest sibling... she'd been born 20 years after him, so she was only 9 years older than me. She was great fun, and she was a teen in the 60's so she had the Bouffant back-combed hair, stiletto heels, tight skirts etc.. and went dancing on Saturday nights. She adored Elvis.. and had a portrait picture of him on my granny's mantelpiece... I never saw her without a smile on her face.. ..
 
hollydolly said:
I had a favourite Aunt..Auntie Betty..she was my fathers' youngest sibling... she'd been born 20 years after him, so she was only 9 years older than me. She was great fun, and she was a teen in the 60's so she had the Bouffant back-combed hair, stiletto heels, tight skirts etc.. and went dancing on Saturday nights. She adored Elvis.. and had a portrait picture of him on my granny's mantelpiece... I never saw her without a smile on her face.. ..
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She sounds hot.
 

Uncle Glen and Aunt Ione (my mother’s older sister and her husband). He was a professional photographer and would bring his slides from their many trips. He would take time with me and my cousin Billy. Aunt one was not quite so warm but she was a good cook and the fastest knitter I’ve ever seen
 
When I was very small I had an uncle Bill... he was totally bald, and he used to tell me he lost his hair in Korea, because he had to wear a beret all day and night....I believed him.

he used to embarrass me all the time by asking where my boyfriend ''snuffling willie'' was... I was only 6...:eek:
 
CinnamonSugar said:
Uncle Glen and Aunt Ione (my mother’s older sister and her husband). He was a professional photographer and would bring his slides from their many trips. He would take time with me and my cousin Billy. Aunt one was not quite so warm but she was a good cook and the fastest knitter I’ve ever seen
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how do you pronounce Ione ?
 
My aunts and uncles seemed ancient to me. I wasn't encouraged to ask questions so they remained distant. It made me more of an observer than a participant. I think I may have missed something being the youngest in my generation.
 
Auntie, the only aunt out of a slew of aunts who we honored with the title "Auntie", was my mom's sister. She was kind and sweet. She played piano, was in a quilting bee, and made wedding dresses for friends and all kinds of clothes for charities.

But my 2 Portuguese-Italian-Jewish uncles were my favorites of all. They were funny as hell, took us fishing as often as they could, endlessly imparted amusing pearls of wisdom, and one of them whittled lots of awesome little wooden figurines for us.
 
I never knew my father's side siblings too well - he had 2 sisters and a brother (who was a late life baby). There was some trouble in the family when I was a wee baby and it estranged my dad from his family, so there was no contact there. My mom had three brothers, the youngest brother was, as one of his other brothers put it, "The life of the party." He always had an amusing story or a series of jokes and he was the only uncle that kept his promise to take me fishing after my dad passed. All father's side gone now as well as my mom's brothers, but their wives are all still here and they are all pretty tight-laced.
 
I did not have many aunts/uncles who lived nearby, so very
hard to remember them....one did run the only greenhouse in
my hometown, i do remember haveing a dream that his wife
was killed in a car wreck, and the dream came true....unfortunately.....Had a favorite uncle in w.va, who died
of cancer youngish......cannot remember any others....oh and
one other one in w va, who was mentally defiecient, he and
I had fun together whenever we would visit down there....
 
hollydolly said:
I had a favourite Aunt..Auntie Betty..she was my fathers' youngest sibling... she'd been born 20 years after him, so she was only 9 years older than me. She was great fun, and she was a teen in the 60's so she had the Bouffant back-combed hair, stiletto heels, tight skirts etc.. and went dancing on Saturday nights. She adored Elvis.. and had a portrait picture of him on my granny's mantelpiece... I never saw her without a smile on her face.. ..
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First thought that came to mind. :)



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squatting dog said:
First thought that came to mind. :)



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yes similar to that..I wish I had a photo...

more like the model on the right..

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I'm going to cheat. I want to call out my grandmother on my fathers side (my mother never knew her own mother). My grandmother was from another world, her home was like walking into the past. She had one of those record players you hand cranked. Her furniture was big and heavy, and her rooms were unusually dark. She was fabulous.
 
Alizerine said:
My aunts and uncles seemed ancient to me. I wasn't encouraged to ask questions so they remained distant. It made me more of an observer than a participant. I think I may have missed something being the youngest in my generation.
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we were the same , none of us kids were allowed to ask question of anyone.. grandparents, aunts , uncles, no parents..no-one. ( I had 16 aunts and uncles on my father's side.. and 9 on my mothers') . so we learned almost nothing... what little we did learn was told directly to us or in our presence, but if we ever asked we were told that we had no business asking questions..

What was worse that I discovered after the deaths of some of them that much of the little we were told were lies...
 
My favorite Uncle was Uncle Frank (aka "Peachie"). He was in the Normandy invasion and lost part of his arm there 8 days in. They fixed him up pretty good, and after the war he worked many years at General Telephone, where he met his Wife - Aunt June. Upon retirement they moved to central Illinois and lived there until the both passed on in 2005 and 2006.

He was always good to me, and a very gentle man (and Aunt June was a very gentle woman). He was generous and always was available to talk cars or whatever. They loved their coffee and sweet rolls and you knew they would be on the table when you arrived. Goodness, Uncle Frank even gave us our first second car back in the early '70s. He and Aunt June were very special people, and I'm thankful they were in my life!
 
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