I grew up next to my grandparents and uncles.
My grandparents moved away to Guilford, ME when I was ten years old (a very sad day for tall lanky young Marcy, who loved spending every minute with Nana and Poppa next door....).
However, Uncle Terry bought the house from them, and I don't know what we would have done without him there over all these years. He is the go-to guy, not only for us, but I think for lots of other folks in town, too. (He is the cute guy in the middle of me and my brother in this picture here - he always has that impish grin on, and is usually doing something impish, too!)
Uncle T's yard is always neat, tidy, spotless! His fleet of vehicles, personal and business, are also always spit shined. Everything is always organized, and he always has another project up his sleeve. (So, now you don't have to wonder where I get it from...).
There is a guy in my neighborhood that I refer to as "The Uncle T" of the neighborhood. Always has a project, always has everything neat and in order. I love this guy, yet I only know his name from jogging by the mailbox, and we share occasional waves and "hellos" as we pass from time to time.
Do you have an "Uncle T" in your neighborhood? I'm so glad I do because it makes me think of my Uncle every day and smile!
I am a Putnamaniac because my neighborhood has an "Uncle T" type of guy!
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