#uncle george

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love Seinfeld because it reminds me of living in NY. It reminds me of home. I've been to the Costanza's for dinner and I've dealt with the Seinfelds. I've eaten at the diner. I've had those conversations and hung out with those people. So many happy memories. Uncle Leo, in this episode, reminds me of my uncle George. I remember going to McDonald's with him when I was about 7 years old. He didn't like the look of the place and he jumped over the counter screaming and making hand gestures just like uncle Leo, saying that he needed to speak to the manager, immediately, to make sure that their standards are up to snuff before he'll let me eat there. He was a piece of work, indeed!! There was never a dull moment in NY!! This show is very accurate in the was it depicts people there!! I love that 😁 😍

[internetgreatesthits]

[strwbryfeels]

[royaltyisshe64]

Not really relevant to Fateful Fated Fête Day, but here are my pictures from St Peter’s last year (not on 6 July lol)! I feel like everyone goes to gawp at Eleanor Rigby - quite rightly! - but then forgets that poor Uncle George is there as well.

So let’s pay our respects to George Toogood Smith (13 March 1903 - 5 June 1955), without whom John would have had zero consistently loving parental figures and also probably would have had to wait a few more years to get a harmonica.

[xothemedia]

ATL (2006)

[melaninpov]

Lovecraft Country S1.E2: Whitey’s on the Moon

[mydaroga]

[Uncle George Smith] and John formed a close bond and shared unimportant little secrets. He taught the boy to ride a bike and tried to demonstrate the finer techniques of cricket and football, though John had little aptitude for ball games. He also allowed affection: John insisted on giving him ‘squeakers’ – his word for kisses – before George put him to bed.

Mark Lewisohn, Tune In

[eppysboys]

”A poem handwritten by John for Mimi on the day of George’s funeral shows him far from heartless about her loss, and fearlessly open in his condemnation of her sisters, his mother included, for insufficiently stirring themselves in her hour of need. Mimi was, he wrote, ‘the best of the five.’”

MIMI

The worry and strife, that’s been wont to her life, Has driven her family to shame. If they should survive, to one hundred and five,  They could never repay her again. Each one in their turn, will finally learn That she is the best of the five. Each one of them slept, not one of them wept At the struggle of their mate to survive. 7/6/55. J.W.Lennnon