Uncle Bobby
by Susan Estrich
Unless you shopped at his stationery store, played golf with him or cheered for the Patriots and Dartmouth next to him, you've probably never heard of my Uncle Bobby. He died suddenly on Sunday, although the last time I saw him, at my mother's funeral, her older brother suddenly looked old. No, he wasn't famous: He didn't appear on television or hang out with stars. He wasn't infamous either: He never violated the law, always paid his taxes and was one of those guys you could just count on.
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Posted by: Glenda
Comment: #1
Sat Apr 19, 2008 5:52 PM
People are too isolated nowadays. I remember when it was fashionable to leave one's parents, move all the way across country, because you didn't want nosy grandparents, aunts, uncles, meddling in your lives. However, the alienation and depersonalization that results...... even a happy couple---two spouses need the support of the extended family close at hand.
The stray cousins, great grandparents, etc....having all these people around provides a fabric for our lives. Maybe we should go back to the days when the whole extended family lived under one roof. --When people were forced to get along with one another because family was all you had, the only buffer between you and the big bad world.
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Posted by: Erin Ford
Comment: #2
Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:31 PM
I never knew what a talented writer Susan is. Her middle class upbringing really opens up memories for me. 'Same problems, same issues, same life. Thanks for sharing your Uncle Bobby with us. He sounds like a great guy.
Kindest regards,
Erin Ford
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Posted by: dan c.
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Tue Apr 22, 2008 10:48 PM
Susan,
I disagree completely with your politics but I always read your column because your are a good writer and you seem like a nice person when I see you on Fox News.
This column about your uncle was sensitive and moving and it was a pleasure to read it. I've got memories similar to yours and you've made your family members come alive while reminding me of my own, both here and departed.
Thank you and please accept my condolences...
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