Happy Birthday Dear Uncle Dody
Just think.
One day (plus one hundred seventeen years) after the day my favorite poet was born, my favorite uncle was born.
That would be December 11, 1947.
Making him sixty-six years old today. And yes, that is hard for me to believe.
My Uncle Dody was nine years old when I was born. We've always been buddies.
His first child, a daughter, was born on my tenth birthday. And her name is Stephanie, the same as my first child, a daughter.
And my mother is his beloved big sister.
And he sings real good, and I love him.
And that is all except for this: Uncle Dody playing the guitarmonica and singing Amazing Grace.
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Happy Wednesday ~ Merry Christmas ~ Happy Birthday
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Reader Comments (2)
Happy Birthday Uncle Dody! I feel like I know him. :)
He is so talented. I could never play 2 things at a time. I could listen to him for hours!
'MERICA!!! I love Uncle Dody, and I remember his house and the door he is sitting in front of. Thank God we still have some good ole fashioned Americans left in this world, and especially some that aren't afraid to say it publically. This post got my blood flowing! Thank you.