Friday, May 30, 2014
Uncle Ted was the grandfather my sisters and I never had. We spent many a Sunday with Uncle Ted and Aunt Millie, around my parents' table in the Winter and Fall, and on the screen porch or on the boat in the nice weather. Uncle Ted did love a good hot dog, and never met a lobster he didn't like. We would always have to wait for him to eat his dinner, as he had a quirk of chewing every bite 100 times, something my sisters and I never failed to tease him about. He was a good sport, loved a good story, and had so much curiosity about the world around him. One year he and my father, Frank, took a road trip to Florida, which we called "Frank and Ted's Excellent Adventure" and according to my dad, Uncle Ted was so busy looking at the flora and fauna all around that he barely watched the road in front of him, causing the normally unflappable Frank a lot of stress. It's the sad end of an era in our family, with Aunt Millie and Uncle Ted both gone, and we will always look back fondly on those years of having them in our lives, and be thankful for their love and support, and all the good Polish food on the holidays!
