Thursday, June 20, 2024
When I think of my Uncle Clyde, the first thing that comes to mind is the twinkle in his eye.
I didn’t know my Uncle Clyde when I was little because he was in the service. When we’d go to Wilmington, though, I often went to his room, and I remember a picture of him in his uniform.
Clyde and his two sisters were all accomplished pianists. He was joyful when he played the piano—he loved it! My mom said Clyde was the best at Jazz, and I think she was right.
He always seemed to be thinking, not of what he would say next but about what was being discussed. Clyde had a great “take” on things. When he commented, I listened.
Clyde was one of the most intelligent people I’ve known, like his dad and my brother, Richard.
In addition to his great, dry sense of humor, Clyde had a great laugh. It seemed to bubble up from far within.
Clyde was kind. When we played duets on the piano, I was downright awful. However, rather than rolling his eyes, he cheerfully kept playing. Then, he might find a book that was a bit less ambitious.
For me, ClydeandLouise was a compound word. ❤️
