Uncle Wiggily And Me

I remember my dad who is gone now 52 years. He died when I was thirty and mom died when I was fifty. My brother called me up when mom died and said “we are now orphans.” Interesting thought that it happened to us at these ages and yet in his mind, he thought of us as orphans. I think about when I was 6 and could not read yet, dad use to read me from the daily newspaper a short story called Uncle Wiggily. I think Uncle was a rabbit and he could talk and always had an interesting saying at the end of the story. He would say I will see you next time and that will be before the carrot turns pink and the tomato becomes blue. Its meaning I believe was that he would see ‘you’ the reader real soon. When my children were young, I went out and bought them a set of a new and revised version of Uncle Wiggily, so they could see what Mom had been read to by her dad (their grandpa) so many years ago. Uncle Wiggily had a good philosophy for an imaginary animal/person. He knew that we should see one another soon and not wait so long as to turn pink or blue. There was a song called You are nobody until somebody loves you. I bought my grandchildren a huge book of all that had been in the newspaper comic strips of which my Dad read to me. I got each of them a copy so they would not have to share. It was a huge book and now they are both reading it and enjoying it. I felt like I brought them a piece of my childhood past that was so sweet and nice. Dad is gone now 52 years but when I see them reading a book, though I heard it from a newspaper, it still has the same dear memories of those long ago days when I was about 6. Memories are blessings and blessings are what we are made up in our now lives . elita sohmer clayman Fairfax Station Patch