I had an Uncle Harry - and his wife's name was Barbara. So I'm fond of saying that I have an Uncle Harry and an Aunt Barbara - even though she always went by Bobbie.
Funny how cigarettes and full ashtrays are so frequent in old 50's photos!
My Uncle Harry was something of a loner - not too sociable - but he looks pretty friendly here - and I remember him being friendly - at least I don't remember being afraid of him or anything.
And he was always good to my mother - his "little sister!"
My mother had her eye surgery over 2 years ago, and it was scheduled on Uncle Harry's birthday. She felt like he was watching out for her!!
A nice thought.
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