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  •  My Uncle Mort (18+ / 0-)

    "Why doesn't Uncle Mort marry, Dad?", I asked as an inquisitive 10 year old in 1969. "I dunno, he is different that way" my factory working Dad told me. See my Dad had known all along that his brother was gay, but never ever told us, his family. When I asked Dad why Uncle Mort never served in the Army during WWII, he mumbled something about flat feet, even though I noticed no such flat feet-he had nice arched feet like my Grandma. When it came out my sister was gay in the early 1980's, Dad gradually started opening up more and more especially after Uncle Mort's death in 1984. I was ever so curious about the flowers that were anonymously left at his headstone nearly every week. Finally Dad kind of told us, after we had guessed. We believe that our Uncle failed the homosexual test that the Army had, and lived with that 'shame' all his life. He drank heavily, became an alcoholic, and died from liver cirrhosis as a result.  I always remember how he loved to watch Polka's on Sunday mornings, where it was the norm for men to dance with men and women with women. The only time he got mad at me in my life, is when I turned the channel once-never to be repeated.  We discovered his partner, a guy named Bud. He died a few years after my Uncle Mort, and that is when the flowers stopped at my Uncle's grave.

    So yea, same sex marriage is a big, big deal. Too late for my Uncle, and his closeted life.

    A toast for all the newly married same sex marriages!!!! YEA!!!

    "Too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others" Robert F. Kennedy

    by realwischeese on Thu Dec 06, 2012 at 01:52:29 PM PST

    •  Family legend has it that (6+ / 0-)

      one of my maternal grandfathers had a male companion/roommate that he became virtually inseparable from after his wife died. Great grand daddy's friend was welcomed at all the family holiday meals. Grand daddy never remarried.

      No one really knows any more than that.

    •  And I'm really sorry to hear about your (5+ / 0-)

      uncle, it's very sad, but not uncommon. Fortunately the closet is not so stifling and inescapable anymore, and we're a lot better about helping people with substance abuse issues than we used to be (though granted, still in the stone age in this country).

      •  I loved him so, he gave me my wicked humor (8+ / 0-)

        My most bizarre memory was when I lived in Madison, some 200 miles south of my and my Uncle's hometown of Eau Claire. I met a guy who went to school at UWEC, and he told me he never had a car and always rode the bus-just like my Uncle Mort. I told him my Uncle did, and he had a distinctive loud laugh that I could mimic quite well. I did my Uncle's laugh for him, and the guy burst out laughing and said that guy was the Mayor of the Ninth Ward (Uncle Mort). Uncle always wore a red plaid flannel ear flap hat, -think elmer fudd-, and was the kindest man in the city, tied with my Dad. He was bursting with life, and I'll never forget him or stop loving him either. No sorrow here, thanks for your kind words.

        "Too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others" Robert F. Kennedy

        by realwischeese on Thu Dec 06, 2012 at 02:29:06 PM PST

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