Monday, October 17, 2011
I have a a neat little round wooden box on my night stand that makes me think of Uncle Sam daily. I often think of him and my grandfather working together in the wood shop. As I child, I found him to be a bit intimidating, may be because he was so tall, but as I matured and got to know him better, I found him to be a warm and gentle soul, full of good stories and wisdom. One of my last memories of Uncle Sam was when he came to visit my mom who was very ill. He was frail and not well but he was determined to visit her in her last days.
