It was the custom as family members left their farms and headed for job opportunities in the cities for other family members to follow. Quite often they were welcomed into even the smallest of houses, and families naturally made-do.
Our home was small, yet, when my Dad's younger brother, Marvin Dale Fannin, came to stay for a while, he was welcomed with open arms and received as one of the family. Early memories are vague for me, but my Uncle Marvin couldn't have been more than in his late teens when I had so much fun jumping up and down on him.
While I'm sure that my big sister could fill in the gaps, I remember that Uncle Marvin was at our home and trying to sleep. We loved our Uncle Marvin so much. He would play games with us, and sing to us. Uncle Marvin had played with us, and now was tired. He wanted to get some sleep. But as a little child, I was still wide awake, and wanted to play. Uncle Marvin was gentle and kind, and I was so used to him horsing around with us, that I couldn't believe that he was really done playing with me. While the older two wandered away, I just couldn't stop. Uncle Marvin lay on the fold out couch bed with me jumping up and down by and on him. He would protest, and that seemed to just fuel me to pester him more. Even his protest was done in love for a very young niece.
It is just a piece of a memory. I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4. But even by that time I already knew that my Uncle Marvin was somebody very special.
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