Say Uncle! / ¡Diga Tío! [¡Rendirse!]

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

UNCLE AARON (CLICK HERE) LIKED hats. He bought the tam on a trip to Scotland and wore it often. I thought it was so uncool, yet still so Aaron, who I always thought was cool. Recently, his eldest daughter gave his hats to her granddaughters, Aaron’s great-granddaughters. He died 7 years before the eldest was born and Lilly followed him just a few months later. I thought they would live forever. I so wish Carly and her sister, Brooke, (two of my favorite cousins and human beings) could have known their great-grandparents, who would have loved them both.

The first time I said “dada” was to Aaron. We were at my grandparents’, and I was on my mother’s shoulder when Aaron walked in the door. My mother said I saw him and immediately screamed “Dada! Dada!”

Years later, Aaron taught me how to ride a bike. My father had tried briefly but I was already afraid of him — and afraid of failing in front of him. I remember Aaron running alongside me and then letting go. That joy and gratitude. That love for my uncle.

He and my father were very close, the two favored sons-in-law in the family. I liked seeing them together and listening to them. It made me feel closer with my father.

My mother, as I said yesterday, idolized Aaron. She liked to tell me how handsome he was “when he was young, before he lost his hair” (a typical thing for my mother). I never knew him with anything but a hair horseshoe. My mother said he had a mop of golden curls and looked like a movie star. As far as this Magoo is concerned, Aaron will always be a star.


AL TÍO AARON (HAZ CLIC aquí) le gustaban los sombreros. Compró el tam en un viaje a Escocia y lo usó a menudo. Pensé que era tan poco genial, pero aún así Aaron, a quien siempre pensé que era genial. Recientemente, su hija mayor le regaló sus sombreros a sus nietas, las bisnietas de Aaron. Murió 7 años antes de que naciera el mayor y Lilly lo siguió solo unos meses después. Pensé que vivirían para siempre. Ojalá Carly y su hermana Brooke (dos de mis primos y seres humanos favoritos) hubieran conocido a sus bisabuelos, quienes los hubieran amado a ambos. Sigue viviendo.

La primera vez que le dije “dada” [papá] fue a Aaron. Estábamos al piso de mis abuelos y yo estaba sobre el hombro de mi madre cuando Aaron entró por la puerta. Mi madre dijo que lo vi e inmediatamente grité “¡Dada! ¡Dada!”

Años más tarde, Aaron me enseñó a andar en bicicleta. Mi padre lo había intentado brevemente, pero yo ya le tenía miedo, y tenía miedo de fallar delante de él. Recuerdo a Aaron corriendo a mi lado y luego soltándome. Esa alegría y gratitud. Ese amor por mi tío.

Él y mi padre eran muy cercanos, los dos yernos predilectos de la familia. Me gustó verlos juntos y escucharlos. Me hizo sentir más cerca de mi padre.

Mi madre, como dije ayer, idolatraba a Aaron. A ella le gustaba contarme lo guapo que era “cuando era joven, antes de que se le cayera el pelo” (algo típico de mi madre). Nunca lo conocí con nada más que una herradura de pelo. Mi madre dijo que tenía una mata de rizos dorados y parecía una estrella de cine. En lo que respecta a este Magoo, Aaron siempre será una estrella.

• Sparring with a brother-in-law. You can see what my mother called his mop of golden curls.
• Entrenando con un cuñado. Puedes ver lo que mi madre llamaba su mata de rizos dorados.
• Aaron had two sisters and a brother. Here he is with his mother and a sister. (All smoking.)
• Aaron tenía dos hermanas y un hermano. Aquí está con su madre y una hermana. (Todos fumando.)
• At their eldest daughter’s wedding. 1963.
• En la boda de su hija mayor. 1963.
• Aaron with one of his grandchildren, mother of Carly and Brooke and another one of my favorite human beings (SG’s too).
• Aaron con una nieta, madre de Carly y Brooke y otro de mis seres humanos favoritos (de SG también).

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

35 thoughts on “Say Uncle! / ¡Diga Tío! [¡Rendirse!]”

  1. LOVE those hats!! What a wonderful keepsake…….. and to still have them!
    He was was fortunate to have you to ‘keep an eye on’ so to speak. I know how fortunate you were to have him and Lilly in your life. Great photos and a good looking family you have, Mitchell.

    1. Jim:
      My cousin saves everything! And, thanks, the women in that family are all beauties (inside, too)!

  2. Wonderful memories Mitch! Your Aunt & Uncle are beaming all the time it appears. I can see why you immediately gravitated towards their manner. Take these feelings and hold them tight to your heart. You deserve them! Hats off to the love they exuded to you and others!

  3. What a lot of wonderful photos and memories. Imagine you were smiling the whole time you put this post together.

    1. Mary:
      I WAS smiling. These two posts on Lilly and Aaron made me amazingly happy.

  4. That tam with the pom pom is quite something!!! As you know i adore hats. Have you any of his hats?

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      I have none of Aaron hats, but they’d be wasted on me. I’m so glad Brooke and Carly have them all now.

  5. It’s a WordPress 504 error, and it just ate my comment on the post. Trying one more time.

    Childhood memories are lovely. Your child’s heart recognized Aaron as a special person as soon as you saw him. I understand fearing parents. Now I’m also afraid that every comment I’ve written will show up and I’ll say the same thing over and over.


    1. Janie:
      Yeah, I can’t do a thing about random WordPress errors. I often have problems posting comments on blogger and wordpress. Some childhood memories ARE lovely and I’m grateful to have these.

  6. Nice that you had Aaron in your life with such a difficult relationship with your father.
    He clearly had a lovely influence on you.

    That said, “Horseshoe of hair” is my new favorite saying.

    AND he looked hot with that mop of curls.

  7. I’m just going to agree with Bob here, Scoot. I’m still learning to be word frugal.

    1. Deedles:
      I don’t know why you’re trying to be word frugal. I love your words!

      1. How sweet, Scoot. I figger if I’m boring myself, nobody else needs to hear it 🙂

      2. Deedles:
        You have NEVER bored me! Don’t listen to yourself. I try to not listen to MYself as often as possible.

    1. Wilma:
      My cousin sent a whole bunch of photos (and those hats) to her granddaughters. They’re Carly is a photographer and shared the photos with me. What a joy. Many I had never seen before (especially the ones from their early years together).

  8. Ahhhhh! I love that you have these photos! What fun to get to see them, and to know about your sweet history with all of the people (and hats) in them.

    1. Judy C:
      My cousin has been able to part with some things over the past year. So she sent them the hats and many photos. What a joy.

  9. What a great family history. It’s been fun hearing about both Aunt Lilly and Uncle Aaron. His “golden curls” remind me of Art Garfunkel!

    1. Steve:
      Ugh! Art Garfunkel’s golden curls were more like golden frizz. My mother said Aaron had ringlets of silk.

  10. What a sweet story. You’re so lucky to have all of these wonderful photos and memories.

    1. Urspo:
      We’ve had incredible relationships with our nephews, but they were unfortunately always halfway across the country from us (and now that much and then across the ocean).

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