My uncle Harold (my father's brother) died this past weekend. He's pictured here, fifth from left in back row. I didn't get to visit he and his family much, they lived in Wisconsin, but I liked him.
I remember that he collected cartoon characters. He would duplicate them by hand and fill large books with the characters that interested him. He even kept a few that I had drawn, and that made me feel honored. He was quiet and very mild mannered, and a really nice guy.
There were nine children in my dad's family, and now only one remains: my aunt Sister Helen. She's not my aunt AND sister, she's a nun, in the Maryknoll order. My sister Mary (not a nun) and I want to go visit her sometime soon in New York. I think if you live to be the last of nine, you at least deserve to be visited.
Goodbye Uncle Harold, among other things, cartoonist extraordinaire.
