Reenie
Mortimer Schnerd. That was what I called you.
Reading Jenny's memory made me smile. I was also one of the quiet kids. But I loved you because you were the cigar smoking, drum playing uncle wearing my mom's fur hat that made me smile. I could sit behind you and live vicariously and knew you would wink at me and share a smile. And you gave me a dose of courage.
I loved Sunday at your house with Aunt Carol's pungent kitchen full of goodies and your gruff tone as you read the paper in the living room and asked me "What is happening, Reenie?" Finally all the kids old enough to be out and playing and then I show up to spoil the quiet time with your brother. But it never felt that way, it always felt like I always was needed.
Big hug Mortimer....
