My mom and dad with uncle Carl...
This was from when we lived in Hialeah, Fla. The man at the bottom of the photo is my mom's uncle... or my grandmother's brother.
I remember sharing a room with him in those years. He had to of been one of the kindest people. Never spoke much, but always gave me his full attention... after moving to Iowa, he spent the rest of his life at a nursing home. Never complained about it... or if he did, you knew it was real... I remember bringing him home for the holidays... The two of us would play with my toys. Or we would maybe draw together. Him copying every line that I had just drawn.
Uncle Carl was handicapped. I'm not sure how or why... he just always had a walker, and then later, a wheelchair. When I think about how well he dealt with the obstacles that were put in his life... I have to wonder it this is where my mom got some of her strength later in life.
I recognize this house because of the windows to the left... and the roof. I would always sit half-way up the stairs(higher if I didn't get caught) and just stare at the sky. I would "count birds" as they flew by... I'd freeze them in my mind and then see if I could count how many were in the flock... very "Rainman" of me... scary thing is, I still do this from time to time.
My mom and dad with uncle Carl...
This was from when we lived in Hialeah, Fla. The man at the bottom of the photo is my mom's uncle... or my grandmother's brother.
I remember sharing a room with him in those years. He had to of been one of the kindest people. Never spoke much, but always gave me his full attention... after moving to Iowa, he spent the rest of his life at a nursing home. Never complained about it... or if he did, you knew it was real... I remember bringing him home for the holidays... The two of us would play with my toys. Or we would maybe draw together. Him copying every line that I had just drawn.
Uncle Carl was handicapped. I'm not sure how or why... he just always had a walker, and then later, a wheelchair. When I think about how well he dealt with the obstacles that were put in his life... I have to wonder it this is where my mom got some of her strength later in life.
I recognize this house because of the windows to the left... and the roof. I would always sit half-way up the stairs(higher if I didn't get caught) and just stare at the sky. I would "count birds" as they flew by... I'd freeze them in my mind and then see if I could count how many were in the flock... very "Rainman" of me... scary thing is, I still do this from time to time.