Uncle Harold
A couple of weeks ago Tim, Dave
and I took a trip to see Uncle Harold.
We had been warned he gets tired easily so don’t plan on staying more
than a half hour. Well ... hog wash. We were in a good mood and we’re guys. We’re going to have a good time.
David Lochner and Tim Kinsella
We pulled in about 11 o’clock honking and yelling to let him know
it’s just family. We got to the door before
he had a chance to lock it. As good
guests we came bearing gifts – booze and Christmas gifts. Of course, being guys we ran out of money so
we had to substitute Aunt CB’s presents for ours. Of course, her taste is more refined than
ours, but the substitution improves our status.
Harold was in his easy chair and was overjoyed to see us (within
narrow limits) asking if we could stay for a day or two. We asked how well his bar was stocked.
Well, after the niceties we got down to the presents. True to form Aunt CB’s selection was
exquisite … a farting outhouse with multiple tunes. Tim kept insisting it was
out of tune and proved it. Fortunately, Harold sleeps in the chair a lot.
By this time, Dave realized he was getting hungry (again or still?)
and this lead into a discussion of Meals on Wheels. Dave thought that was a great idea … food
without getting up. Harold said the food
was really good … and it came as hot meals for the day. He didn’t say who does the dishes although
it’s probably Ann or Kathy his morning and evening attendants (bless their
hearts).
Dave Lochner
And then, being men with inquiring minds we asked how he deals with
the bathroom problem. Harold proudly
displayed the colostomy bag. He seemed
to be genuinely proud of it. Best part
is he doesn’t even have to get out of bed to pee. I wasn’t impressed. After a hard night of drinking, I do the same
thing, only without the bag.
Back to the presents: the next item was really classy (this cast a
cloud on the parentage of these presents).
We gave him this really classy duck (better known in Canadian circles as
a Loon).
It’s this really pretty metallic brown and green thing that looks
like the real thing, but without the neat cooing. Tim said it wasn’t in his repertoire. We all breathed easier.
I was getting excited, as I started to get this vision of taking it
out back to the quarry and working it over with our BB guns, just like when we
were kids. Then I realized it wouldn’t
float. Oh well, life is full of
compromises.
Tim Kinsella
Speaking of being kids, one of my
best memories of Uncle Harold was the Great
Chicken Slaughter of 1952 or 53 when we “harvested” 30 chickens in
the driveway. After lightening their
load they were tossed in the field and they just kept on going!! Basically you had perfectly good chickens,
except without a heads! I guess without
the extra weight they could really move!!
By this time we were all tuckered out and said our goodbyes. As we headed to the car we passed the old
grape vine and trellis. Boy, does that
bring back memories. Harold said it was
older than any of us kids. I remember
the mouth watering aroma of grapes that made you drool all over yourself. For the longest time I just thought that was
what they meant by a Taylor trait.
Since we were half way there,
we decided to take a walk out the quarry.
Surprisingly, the trail is still there.
We figured it may have been filled in with broken glass and poisoned
with copper BBs or at least been declared a hazardous waste site by the EPA.
Dave decided we should go skinny dipping and started to strip
down. It scared the hell out of Tim and
me. In fact, even the squirrels ran like
hell with their paws over their eyes!
One ran into a rock and committed hairy quarry. Another climbed a tree and we could hear him whimpering
in his nest overhead.
Needless to say, by this time Dave was in need of another feed so we stopped
at the Magee Diner. Turned out the feed
of the day was pork. As my former wife
used to say “Goood pig … better dead”. We
had the usual “Oink In.”
Dave Lochner
Chuck Lochner
All told
it was good to see Uncle Harold and he is doing well. And, we love him.
