My Dad had lots of older brothers, and two younger brothers. One of those younger brothers was my Uncle Andrew. He lived with us off and and on, he spoiled me, we played card games and went for ice cream, he was fun to have around. I adored him. One day he wanted to talk, so we went upstairs at Grandpa's, he had something for me. I sat on the edge of the bed, he gave me a beautiful scarf and said "I want you to have this." It was from Hawaii where he had been stationed during the last part of his stint in the Army. I was so happy, then he lowered the boom, he had met a girl, and he said "I am going to marry her." I asked "Who?" So he told me, I was expecting some glamorous movie star blonde, he was so dreamy looking, and he was so sweet and kind, and I loved him so. I knew this girl he wanted to marry, she was pretty, not quite pretty enough for him, but I suppose that no one would have ever been that special. I thanked him for the scarf and gave him a big hug, and wiped my tears with the scarf he gave me. He did get married, but he always had time for me, he always had a hug. I always wanted to ask him, how many scarfs he brought back with him, and wondered how many other girls he had to let down gently with the news of his nuptials. I kept that scarf for years and years, neatly folded up in my second dresser drawer, I hardly ever wore it, it was a huge slippery scarf mainly white with a red border with Pearl Harbor on it and some other Hawaii stuff, it was one of those scarfs that you used to wear on windy days..remember when you tied the scarf in a big old knot and centered the knot right on your chin? Very glamorous.. One day I packed it away in a box, I was moving all my things from my parents house to get married. The scarf ...it ended up water damaged and moldy when we moved to Florida. It was a very special childhood memory for me:)
