Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Uncle Buster was one of a kind. Always happy to see you, but not afraid to hold you accountable. It was hard to take him serious at times. He would scold us young fellahs with that slanted smile followed by a laugh. I would think is he giving me heck or laughing at me. The memories of following him, my dad, uncle Terry and Gramp around the fairgrounds will always be close to my heart. The day he and my dad grab my brother, my cousins and I from Aunt Janet's and Uncle Arthur's camp for some fishing is a day I will never forget. We fished a beaver dam on Black Stream and man did we catch some fish. Then back to camp for a trout feed. So many memories he gave us. So thankful for being one of his nephews. Thanks for all you did for so many Uncle Buster.
