I wouldn't mind spending the day with Abe Lincoln, Carl Sandburg, Jesus, my grandpa, my uncle Larry, or maybe aunt Trinna. But I think if push came to shove It would be a toss up between Jesus and great uncle Bert Lockwood. Uncle Bert was the black sheep of the Munday clan. Died on the streets of Wichita - an alcoholic wreck or so we're told. Died 44 years ago.
Uncle Bert was a poet- his only published work a very intuitive and wrenching portrayal of war and war profiteers. 'Panorama' was written in 1939 as Hitler was rising into power. He left wife and children for a life with the bottle and the streets and his name was seldom mentioned again. And only then in whispers. He was looked after on occasion by a nephew, my uncle Jerry, who felt a soft place in his heart for the old man. He lived in a different part of the country but would drop in from time to time, check the bars and alleyways until he found him, buy him a meal and a pair of shoes and put a few bucks in his pocket.
Sandburg's poetry gave me a deeper comprehension of incomprehensible territory of the heart, Abe Lincoln, Jesus and my grandpa Reiley all showed me staunch and steadfast ways through difficulties, always trusting (even if sometimes with hesitation) the road ahead. Aunt Trinna - another black sheep- showed me how to me to laugh during good times and bad. She lived her life to the fullest in a series of giant gulps no matter the consequences. No regrets, no apologies.
Grandpa Reiley was a man of his word and his faith. The only kind of work he knew was hard work,
responsible work. He was a diligent man and faithful to his wife of 69 years and to his six children as well. He could laugh with the best of them and pray with bold reverence. His name is on the cornerstone of the First Church of God here in my hometown. I would have liked to have known him better and maybe go fishing together one more time.
Uncle Larry was a loner whose wife left him after he returned from WWII. He remained single, a loner, working in a northern California logging town for the next 40 years. He was kind to us all. I'd like to spend time with him asking about his broken heart.
After all of this I suspect I would opt to spend the day with uncle Jerry Munday. The kindness he showed his uncle Bert, the kindness he showed the rest of the family, his career in radio, his children, his wife....
He died at 50. Far too soon. He was also connected to the rest of the family as well so perhaps he could enlighten me on the unanswered questions concerning uncle Larrry, aunt Trinna, uncle Bert and maybe even tell a few stories about grandpa Reiley.
And being Catholic he could inform me of a few things about Jesus as well.
Yes, today, at this moment, if I had the opportunity I'd spend the day with uncle Jerry. His big brown eyes and wavy hair seem to be looking at me from the shadows as I write this and I can almost make out the gesture of him tamping tobacco into his pipe. Maybe he'll invite me into his dream tonight and tell me the stories I long to hear. Somehow I think even old Abe would approve.
It's time for bed. Goodnight everyone...
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