Uncle Earl Born August 1, 1910, Died May 4, 1968

I recall Uncle Earl with his low gentle voice and the ponds and the cabins we made
He’d pay us good wages if we worked or we played and never a harsh word was said

Drove me to Fort Dix in his 53 Merc when I left home to go overseas
And he never would take anything in return and he let us do just what we pleased

We’d swim in his ponds and sometimes at night, we’d go to his cabin for beer
And talk about women and tell dirty jokes that we knew that our folks would not hear

He’d loan us his guns, his dogs and his cars and help us when ever he could
If we had a problem he’d help us decide to do what we knew that we should

He’d spot a deer from a half mile away as it lay in the tall weeds to hide
And he’d grin and he’d say “You’ll do better next time” when the shot from my rifle went wide

I’ll never forget when he walked in the door at Laverne’s and then took us a aback
By saying “ A couple of weekends ago I think I had a heart attack.

About a month later, when I got the call that told us our uncle had died
I was working at Ford and when I heard the news, I went to the men’s room and cried

I’ve got of great picture, He’s holding a trout that he caught in his pond one weekend
And I think what an honor this great simple man was our Uncle and also our friend.

I recall Uncle Earl with his low gentle voice and his patience with us without end
And I think what an honor this gentle great man was our Uncle and also our friend