My Uncle Harold

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During my time here on earth, I spent a lot time with Uncle Harold,
I’ve not met a finer man, and I loved talking to him after he got old.
This poem just touches the surface of the relationship we had,
Within his body, I don’t think he had a single bone that was bad.

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My Uncle Harold

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My Uncle Harold married my Mom’s sister Buel Dine about 1940,
Their first child was my cousin Rick born two months after me.
Harold joined the Army and was a wartime Capitan overseas,
He was a handsome man in a dangerous war so proud, you see.

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My Uncle Harold with Aunt Buel Dine in their prime. What a wonderful couple..

 

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After the war, they came back to live in Phillips, Texas, never to roam.
He was raised in Stinnett, Texas, 12 miles north of his new home.
Their new home was on Hummel Street and he got a job there.
Soon they had another son Scott and a daughter Kristi, so dear.

 

 

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I spend a lot of time at their house as we all grew up together,
So I got to know the family well through calm and stormy weather.
I loved Uncle Harold as he was always so calm and never got mad,
He was a really fine man, always happy, and never seeming sad.

 

 

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Uncle Harold was a deacon at our church and he often did pray.
He had a rich booming voice with such sincerity in what he did say.
I was convinced he was close to God and had truly found his way.
It sometimes gave me chills as I listened to him pray on Sunday.

 

 

 

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Uncle Harold helped lead our Troop 77 of the Boy Scouts in the woods.
When we camped out, he cooked the meals on an open fire, so good.
I came to know him better out there in the great outdoors having fun.
He was just one of the guys teaching us how to live out in the sun.

 

 

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My Uncle Harold often told me he had the best job in Phillips Oil,
I asked him why and he said “I have a company car and do not toil”
His boss worked in Bartlesville, so he worked alone, with no direction.
He took care of communications equipment problems detection.

 

 

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Our families camped out together in Colorado on the Conehas River.
He had great camping gear from his scout days as an outdoor liver.
We camped for two weeks out there having a great old time,
Catching trout and frying them up with fried potatoes so fine.

 

 

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My Mom and Dad and BuelDine and Harold for back taxes bought lots,
On the Rio Grande River near South Fork, Colorado, real fine plots.
They build cabins there and vacationed up there every single year,
Having family reunions there for all to enjoy the fun things to do there.

 

 

 

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I can remember working side by side by with my Uncle Harold there,
Once we built him a garage working as a team as we did care.
We all chipped in and got things done very quickly as we also played.
I recall helping Rick build his cabin with Harold when there we stayed.

 

 

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My Uncle Harold checking the Cabin rafters for a project he has in mind as my Aunt Buel Dine poses for the camera in their cabin near South Fork, Colorado.

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The summers we spent at the cabins in South Fork were just great,
The only thing that I do regret today as this poem I do write,
Is the Pioneers that got it all started are no longer here on earth,
But they are looking down from heaven knowing their true worth.

 

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By Bill

 

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Thanks for reading My Uncle Harold,
Bill