I wanted to continue my story about my great uncles, the ones that bet my sister and I a dime a day if we would keep quiet. Neither one of us made a dime.

My mother was the one that always kept family lives together no matter what so she made arrangements for my two great uncles to visit us for a few days. She already knew that my sister and I had gotten on our great uncles’ nerves so she made sure much of their visit was with my dad and with us just listening so they could reminisce.

Mother had made her delicious bread pudding loaded with raisins and one of my great uncles spit the raisins out. That did not sit well with my mother. However my dad, my brothers and my sister and I thought it was hilarious and just laughed until mother got the giggles herself and so did my great uncles. It was a moment of sheer joy to remember and laugh about for years to come.

So the moral to this story is enjoy life and put some laughter into your life and the lives of others.

—Helen Valcaniant,
Imlay City