"Uncle Rudy" By Gerry Hubbard

“Uncle Rudy” By Gerry Hubbard

Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II

And I think he had no problems getting girls

If  you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand,  

He was like a Roman god without the curls.

He’d come “uphome” for holidays or to hunt for deer or duck, 

And he always drove  a nice big car or a brand new pick up truck.

They’d come cruising on the crossroad, his family in the car,  

A great big man with a great big heart and a great big fat cigar.

He sold cars for a living and I bet he did it well,

’Cause  he sure could hold us mesmerized with the stories that he’d tell.

When he’d wink and grin  and walk around and jab that big cigar

He could sell ice cubes to Eskimos or real estate on mars.

He boxed while in the Navy,  I  was 5 when on that  day,

He faked a punch  and covered up and let me swing  away.

I kicked  and punched and slapped and swung, and still I couldn't hit

And he just  winked and  gently said  “Guess you’re not  ready yet”

I remember him a warm, good man , and I always will regret, 

That I could  not make his funeral to pay my last respects.

Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II 

And I think he had no problems getting girls

If  you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand,  

He was like a Roman god without the curls.

Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II..................

Rudolph Lyle Blakesley, Born June 30, 1925, Died June 3, 2002, husband of Margery (Winifred) Hubbard, Father of Rudolph Earle Blakesley, Elizabeth (Beth) Agnes Blakesley Spoor, and Randolph Lyle Blakesley.

Served in the United States Coast Guard during World War II.  Here with James Barry Taylor, his nephew above, and Aunt Winifred below.