Our family had no traditional inheritable wealth. But we had a treasure chest of unmeasurable wealth in family stories. They often carried lessons.
Among my favorites is the story of Uncle Walton and the trombone.
Uncle Walton was the youngest of my father’s four brothers, born in 1901. My father, nicknamed Jack for a family border collie stock dog who died the week of his birth in 1897, was second youngest. Robert, Quin and Harry, Jr were the others. Read more