My favorite relative

My favorite relative was an uncle. He was the heart-stoppingly handsome bad boy of the family and I thought he was truly IT.  He traveled all over the world and came home with exotic photos and experiences. He ran a jazz club in Paris. Oh my gosh, he ran a jazz club in Paris. How could this not impress a young niece?

Eventually he settled down a bit and lived in California for a long time. Once when we went out to visit he let my unlicensed teenager drive his sports car around the block. Cool, right? He . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

17 thoughts on “My favorite relative”

  1. My favorite relative is a distant relative, my Grandma’s cousin – Cousin Amy. A gift from Cousin Amy would arrive every Christmas. It would arrive wrapped in neatly creased brown craft paper. Cousin Amy sent Grandma the plans for a country home she was building in the suburbs of Atlanta.

  2. A much older brother is my favorite relative. His caring attention resulted in my becoming acutely aware of the world’s potential for me outside the somewhat limiting isolated environment of my teenage existence. The night he gave me the keys to his maroon Mercury convertible to drive wherever I desired with the top down symbolized what the world might offer me.

  3. my favorite relative was my cousin… he got me a lot of candy an toys…he’s a really nice person..
    I meet whith he in vacations or in a holyweek and maybe in the weekends!!

  4. Well, one of my favorite relatives is definitely my aunt… you know aunts are usually a little bit out of their minds sometimes. This one taught me how to curse and enjoy it. When I was 3, she told me how beautiful bad words sound… she smiled everytime I practiced… and gave me candy, too. She was great!

  5. my favorite relative was my grand’ma she was a beautiful woman and ever spoke about of the reality …she gave me money or any gift but i was happy with she… she was a wonderful person but she is death… i going to visit her grave …she was the better person in my life…

  6. Uncle Mike was my favourite, he still is actually but he seems to have shut us out since he got married to Mary and adopted a child from the Sudan where he works for the Catholic relief. He is a good man. I miss ‘our time’ back when I was eleven and he could take me out to watch soccer in the stadium. Dad did no such thing.

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  8. My favourite relative was an aunt from the hills. She would sashay in , without warning , cars , servants, dolled up daughters in tow. She would bring heaps of new toys, dresses and sweetmeats. A treat during those childhood days. Lots of frenzied festive cooking would ensue, followed by bed times replete with stories from the hills, some thrilling, some sheer horror. We would eagerly wait for her arrival every fall and spring..

  9. In the spring of 1978, a severe dust storm blanketed California’s San Joaquin Valley. Public safety officials urged residents to stay inside and wait out the 100 mph winds and blinding sand. My cousin Bobby’s response? Let’s go check out the damage. So we hopped in his jeep and headed out. 2 inches of sand made lanes indistinguishable. Downed trees and power lines made roads impassable. Sporadic gusts of 85 mph+ made driving hazardous. Taking his 14 year old cousin out in it made Bobby the best cousin ever!

  10. “Oh my gosh, he ran a jazz club in Paris.” …I swear to you, I said that before even reading it and could not stop laughing when I saw it actually written out. Wow!

  11. My great. great grandmother, “Mum”, we all called her, was a hardworking, no- nonsense woman very set in her ways.

    “Electricity!” she would cry. “It’s the devil I tell you, the devil.”

    With nastily gnarled hands tortured by arthritis, she would chop up a few logs to fire-up the cast iron wood stove, her majestic masterpiece, that sat boldly in the center of her kitchen. It was the one thing that Mum had saved up the longest to buy, her pride and glory. I would gaze at it and think of how much it resembled her; indispensable, strong and devoted.

    After bathing us in the huge tub outside, she would tuck us in. then watch faithfully through the night so that we would not awaken to a dreadfully chill morning.

    How I wish my children had met her.

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