Monday, January 20, 2020
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Memories from a niece...
We'd have lively political conversations and quieter chats about fig trees. The lone fig tree that we have came from Uncle Joe; it started as a cutting that was from one his trees that was started from a cutting from one of my grandmother's trees. There are lovely memories of getting to spend New Year's Eve with Uncle and Auntie Anne as a kid - dining on antipasto and feeling like a grown up when I was allowed to drink 7-Up. And even though I grew up with several uncles, there was only one that you could just call 'Uncle' and everyone knew who you meant.
I can recall the surprise in his voice when I called him up to ask if it would be okay to take Torre as my last name after divorce number two. Of course, I didn't need anyone's permission; it just felt like the right thing to do. While surprised at the request, he seemed pleased at my choice, and granted his permission. When I married my Mr. Wright, I wanted to keep Torre in my name so I changed things around a little and Torre became my legal middle name.
Goddess speed, Uncle.
