


Mom and I are heading to Utah Wednesday night for Clarissa's wedding, to visit Anthony, to see Mom's friend Kay, to visit Hannah and explore the Museum of Art with her, to visit my old roommates, to stay in the hotel with Leslie, Tom, kids and Joan and Fred, and to see her brother Steve, who will be 91 in April. We are really cramming a lot into 2 1/2 days.
Steve has double pneumonia and is not doing very well.
Steve's son, my cousin Chas, (Steve's name is Charles Edward -but he's always been Uncle Steve to me - his son, Charles Edward Jr. was often called Stevie, but is now called Chas) reports that he is "dying" but wants to hang on until his sister comes.
So our visit seems to be well-timed - one way or another. I thought about my Uncle Steve and how he's always been a favorite of mine. I actually have liked all of my uncles, but I haven't really known them all really well.
Steve I did know though, because Alice and I often went and spent a week with Uncle Steve and Aunt Dorothy. They lived near my Grandma Stevens, so when we went there, we could go see Steve and Dorothy too.
My favorite memory of Uncle Steve, however, took place in Salt Lake City 37 years ago when they paid a visit to Harry and me at our place on Douglas St., near the U. Dorothy had crocheted a baby blanket, a sweater, a cap and a pair of booties for the baby we were expecting in the fall. The baby turned out to be Bonny, and the blanket became Bonny's "lovey" and it's the one she burned on the heater in the rock house in Centerville - I believe I've posted that story a time or two.
We had a cat, Amado, whom we loved dearly. There's a post or two in that story too - maybe I will do that one soon - but Amado leaped on to Steve's lap and stayed there the whole time. Steve seemed fine with it, even stroked his head and tail.
When they stood up to leave, Steve said, "I don't like cats." Harry said, "Oh, you should have said something." Steve said, "Well, he's not so bad."
Maybe I have more Stevens in me than I realize!
The pictures are of Steve, Dorothy and Grandma Stevens in 1964, Chas and Dottie Lee, his sister, in 1964, and Mom with her brother Steve last year when we visited.