Wednesday, December 17, 2014
My Uncle Moris was the best! When I was a young girl and my Dad was at a meeting; my cat was up in the tree and wouldn't come down. Uncle Moris drove to my house, got a ladder and crawled up in the tree to rescue my favorite cat. He didn't tell me it was just a dumb cat and it would come down on its own; he handed me the cat and gave me a hug! Uncle Moris didn't laugh or get angry with Susan and me when we would go looking for loose spikes on the railroad tracks. Uncle Moris took time to help us get up on our horses, Lightning and Flicka (even if he was busy)! Uncle Moris sang at the top of his lungs when we were baling hay or straw. Uncle Moris loved us and we all loved him. Until we meet again, love you!