Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Uncle Harry was like Father Christmas to me when growing up .
He would arrive right before Christmas, My Father would pull out all the stops during the visits.
We would have lots of Cadbury Chocolate, Birds Custard , and other yummy foods that my parents would try to make.
I was always intrigued by his stories about growing up in England , serving in the army and winters in Canada.
RIP Uncle Harry, I hope you are raising a tall cold one with Betty , Willie and Ilse.
