Monday Memories

So, now I am participating in Monday Memories from Revee's site, Country Roads. http://www.olderthanthecheese.blogspot.com/. Here is my memory for this monday.
One of my most memorable times as a child has to do with my Uncle Marlin. Some people might say that my Uncle Marlin was a stern man, a man set in his ways, a man who would speak his mind, and also maybe a man of few words. I am really not sure how people viewed him because I was a child and did not ponder things like that. I do know that he always wore suspenders and he did not like it much when kids like to "snap" them, but some how I always got away with doing it.
Growing up I did not have television, but somehow by visiting people I came to love the show Little House on the Prairie. I became a huge fan of the show and I knew that every night at 7pm the show would air. So every night I would call up my Aunt Pat and ask her if I could come up and watch Little House. She would then call into the living room to ask Uncle if I could come up and watch it with him. He would always say yes and I would trek up over the steep hill to his house and flop down in the floor in front of the TV. Now as many of you know Little House is not a show that grown men like to watch. But that man loved me enough to endure numerous episodes. He never complained or made bad comments about the show.Sometimes he would tease me about crying over the show. I remember one really sad episode and I was crying and I looked over at him and I could have swore that it was getting to him too! But he surely would never admit to that!
My Uncle Marlin has now gone home to heaven and I have many dvd sets of Little House on the Prairie. No matter how many times I watch them, the memory never goes away of me laying on the floor in front of his tv and him sitting over there on the couch patiently letting me watch it.
How I loved that man :)