I come from a long line of crazy “Uncle Jimmy’s”… you know the type…the uncle who never married…no kids…but cool as hell.
I am one, I was wondering if there are others like me out there.
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Thanks,
Uncle Jimmy
I have a crazy uncle like you, so that counts…sort of ;).
I have an uncle just like that. Uncle George. The guy lived with my grandmother, never really grew up, and watching them both make the transformation from her taking care of him (she made all meals for him until she was into her 90s) and and then, whe her health failed, vice versa.
Anyway, he was gruff on the outside, always complkaining when the kids would come by, but a total sweetheart underneath the exterior. He had a agreat relationship with my mom untiil she died, and he took good care of grandma until she died. He left New York after the latter (he always hated the place, even though he was totally Archie Buker personified) and retired to Knoxviille, TN.
We hung out last on Christmas day as I spent the holidays visiting every relative I have in my immediate family. Just like in A Christmas Story. Here’s a picture of us together in the lobby of the place:
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I always look forward to calling him, as we are both huge Yankee fans. Every October, I call him after every Yankee post-season win. It’s a neat tradition that I hope continues for some time!
Yer pal,
Satan
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“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
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Awwwwww, Johnny. That’s the cutest picture I’ve ever seen!
I don’t have a crazy uncle, but I do have a cool aunt. My mother’s older sister never got married, lived a commune for awhile, made band t-shirts for about a year, sold pottery for another year, never really settled down or did anything, but is really really cool. One of my favorite people in my world.
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
Why do crazy uncles (or aunts) have to never marry? I wanna get married, dammit!
“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
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By this definition, I qualify as a crazy uncle. I’m not married, have nine nieces and nephews, and for the last ten to fifteen years have always bought them lots of Christmas presents. I have five married brothers and sisters. I suppose that my two brothers who are also unmarried qualify as crazy uncles too. One of them lives with my parents and does some taking care of them now.
But like Johnny L. A., I didn’t set out to be a crazy uncle. I want to get married. I’ve just never found anyone who wants to marry me.
Johnny, Wendell, you’re not alone. My nieces and nephew think it’s cooler than a snowfall when crazy uncle Crosby comes to visit (they’re all conveniently located in Santa Fe, as are most of my siblings).
Marriage…a project…still working on it; but I do know a lot about crazy women.
Mine was my father’s oldest brother.
I’ve been one myself for 20 years–and no end in sight.
Well, you know…
My ‘crazy’ (read, feminist and incredible role model) aunt never married. But she did live with her ‘mate’ until he died (it was several decades, maybe as much as fifty years). They didn’t believe in marriage. So, even if you ‘never get married’, that doesn’t mean you can’t get laid, or be in a truly loving relationship (cripes, in most states gay people can’t get married, so - there you go 
).
-Elthia
I qualify. Two nephews now, the elder a bit
over three, also godfather to both.
Unmarried (unintentional, but I seem not to
be marriage material), I live in a doublewide
trailer in the North Florida flatwoods.
I’m trying to establish bamboo, as well
as such exotics as giant sequoia, cold-hardy
eucalyptus and acacia, and other plants
that will probably become invasive pests
unless I kill them first. (Don’t tell the
Florida Native Plants Society or they’ll
kick me out.) Other plans for the land
include a one-acre greenhouse 100 feet
high, for those tropical trees…if I get
the money together, somehow. And a house
and workshop for woodworking, metalworking,
and boatbuilding. And a place for my several
tons of books. I hope to be a bad influence
in my nephews’ lives.
Mark.