Anita Brown Photography
Cancun on foot
My uncle Joe passed away last Friday, December 28th. I don’t know how old he was at the time of his death. This photo was taken in 1932; Uncle Joe is seated second from the right. He probably was seven or eight years old. From the left are my Uncle Jack, then my mother, and on the right sits Aunt Ruth. They were gathered on the steps of the family home at 19 Rose Avenue in Floral Park, N.Y.
I’ll always remember Uncle Joe. I ate the best piece of corn on the cob in my life while visiting him in Chittenango in the summer of 1963. My cousins and I pulled the ripe corn off the stalks in his backyard and ate them as soon as they were cooked.
“Lead me from the unreal to the real
From darkness, lead me to the light.
From death, lead me to immortality.
Om Peace, peace, peace.”
Sanskrit mantra
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AJ2487
Anita, my memory of Uncle Joe was of him being funny when he came to visit Mom. He liked to tell jokes. AJ