Uncle Wee Wee

My dad was the youngest of seven children and he had an older brother named William, whose name my father had trouble saying when he was young.  When my dad was just learning how to talk, he tried to say William, but it came out as wee wee and the name stuck, because everyone thought it was funny.  It was a name that was said with affection, because everyone liked my uncle.  I would hate to have a name that made people think about urine, but I guess that I have been called worse.  I actually always felt a bit strange calling him Uncle Wee, but I actually thought that was his name and nobody that I knew ever called my dad’s brother William.

He had a real good job during the Great Depression working as a typesetter for a newspaper, which is also referred to as a Devil’s Apprentice.  It took time and patients to get they type set correctly by hand and the job paid very well.  During the Depression people went without a lot of things, but they always had money to but a newspaper.  My uncle was able to buy a brand-new car every year, when nobody had any money, but as automation took over the newspaper business, he was eventually out of a job.

He was married and they had a daughter and one year for easter he bought a baby chick for his little girl to play with, but sadly she contracted encephalomyelitis and died.  My uncle started drinking very heavy after that, blaming himself for his daughter getting ill.  He had a girlfriend which he paid for her apartment which was down the hall from where he lived with his wife, and that never went over well, although I guess my uncle was happy.

He worked as a carpenter and one day he ended up sawing off one of his fingers and he was given $5,000 as compensation for the work-related accident.  I remember he took a vacation and came out to see us.  He had lost his hair and it was hailing and he was drunk, and he wanted to know why the aliens were attacking him and that made me laugh really hard.  He was a very funny guy and I will never forget him.  One day I was hungry and he taught me how to make tuna fish for lunch and he said if I could do that, I would never go hungry.  It reminds me of that saying, “If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, but if you teach a man how to fish, you feed him for a lifetime.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to use the word wee.

16 thoughts on “Uncle Wee Wee

      1. I agree. My mom died at the age of 26, and her mother, my grandmother, was never there same again. She blamed herself, though it wasn’t any fault of hers

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  1. Was any of this story real? You have a knack for writing posts that sound like things that really happened in your life only to find out that you made the whole thing up. That is a skill I really enjoy.

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