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Dad and Uncle Tom were brothers, but they couldn't have been more different. Dad was quiet, with hands calloused from the garden and a steady way of moving. Uncle Tom was like a whirlwind. He wore a sharp fedora, drove a shiny blue sedan that smelled like peppermint and expensive tobacco, and always had a joke ready to tell. When they were together, they turned back into boys, laughing about things that happened twenty years ago. The plan for the day was simple: we were going to the lake. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My favorite blue gingham shorts and a white sleeveless blouse were laid out on the chair. Downstairs, the smell of sizzling bacon and percolating coffee filled the kitchen.
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My arms ached, and my heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the metal crank as fast as my eleven-year-old fingers could manage. Splash! A silvery, flashing bluefish broke through the white foam. Uncle Tom scooped it up in his net, cheering so loudly that the other fishermen turned around and smiled. It wasn't a monster, but it was nine inches of pure victory. Burgers and Boardwalk Magic
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Often the source of humor, perhaps a bit of mischief, and the "extra" ingredient that turns a regular errand into a weekend adventure. Small Moments, Big Memories
"Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Uncle Tom," I said, my voice filled with emotion.