Wednesday, June 26, 2024
All my memories of Uncle Gerry are happy memories. I remember all the fish that got away, or him taking me wakeboarding or going out of his way to make me happy. Uncle Gerry was a handy guy, but that didn’t do us any good when him, my Dad and I took the little boat onto Kingsmere lake. Of course the boat gave up on us on the far side of the lake. Uncle Gerry tinkered and tried, but it was no use. Luckily the Park Rangers came to check us for fish licenses and they claimed they wouldn’t be allowed to tow us, when there was a big crack of thunder. That seemed to change their minds, and we made our way back, without having to spend a night in Grey Owl’s cabin. He was a great man and I will miss him.