Our father’s younger brother, Alan Ray Hendricks.
My sister photographed the memorial brick she had installed to honor Uncle Alan. She visited The National WWII Museum in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Thanks for ordering the brick and for sending me the photo, Mary.
“With a brick at The National WWII Museum, you have a unique opportunity to create a lasting tribute to loved ones who served their country.”
Found in my paternal grandmother’s photo album
I think the boy is my father’s brother Harold (Butch) b.1928
Because the woman’s face is in the shadow of the hat brim, I’m not sure if that’s my grandmother
Here’s a photo of young Uncle Harold at my parents wedding August 28, 1939. He was seventeen years younger than my dad. Uncle Alan is on the right.
John Rowley Van Sickle. 1910-2004
My mother’s elder brother. My Uncle John.
Seated on my Grandmother Charlotte Rowley Van Sickle
My Uncle Robert on a Tricycle in Durand Illinous
Spring 1917.
Durand Illinois.
From my grandmother’s album
My mother’s brother, Robert, holds a lamb.
My Uncle -Robert E. VanSickle Durand, Illinois from my Grandmother’s Album 
My Uncle John, Uncle Robert my Grandfather Judd and my Mother, Marian
Our Uncle Harold brought this doll to my sister in 1947. Mary was in Kindergarten. He was in the US Navy.
He brought the doll back from Naples.
She was a souvenir doll, not a play doll.
A couple of days ago, I put her in Mary’s NYC apartment window and photographed her from different angles.
Her straw hat wouldn’t stay on her head and I didn’t want to force it.
As I took her photo, her eyes seemed to follow me and I moved her around to try and get a good pose and shot.
Have you ever noticed how something inanimate can feel it has a life?
You remember Uncle Frank and his vintage cars? Aunt Linda and the making of the nut rolls?
Today is Aunt Linda’s birthday and thought I’d surprise her with a birthday greeting on the blog with a photo of the two of them.
I’m still vacationing in Ohio with the family so went into the archives for today’s post.
