Tuesday, April 18, 2017
I did not know Uncle Rolan well. I only remember seeing him twice.
The first time I saw him was when my family moved to Washington. Uncle Rolan had lived there for years. He was showing us a few sights.
The only sight I remember is the Grand Coulee Dam. Everything was so new. It was a little too much for a 9 year old to take in.
The second time I saw him was when Grandma died. I am sure he loved her but she was not an easy person to spend time with. So my feeling is that it was sort of a duty thing.
Uncle Rolan and Daddy went to Grandma's house after the funeral to see if they could find the little bust I made of clay. I really wanted to have it. But they found nothing.
Uncle Rolan had a wife and three children. When I saw him in Washington my aunt was in the hospital. I do not know why. It was not discussed in front of me.
One of their sons died when he was a year old.
Their daughter I did not meet either. She was a teenager and certainly not interested in a bunch of little kid cousins.
The other son was with Uncle Rolan the day we went to the dam. He was also a teenager. He did not seem to mind us too much. My parents saw him playing in the Army/Navy football game one year.
It is really sad that I know nothing more about them. I have no way to learn either because all of them have died.
I discovered that while working on my family tree. I found no records of either of my cousins having families.
So this is the first uncle I introduce. Unfortunately I have little to tell.