Quotes About Memories

Growing up, my uncle used to always have dogs, and we always had a dog growing up. I couldn't remember a time when I never had a dog. It was part of the family. So once I actually got old enough, I got a dog in college, then I felt he needed a friend, so I got another dog. They just started adding up from there.

I want to be the cool uncle, the fun uncle.

My uncle was a photographer for 'The Irish Times.'

When I was kid, my uncle had a grocery store. I remember the smell of the sawdust on the floor.

Mauricio had a relationship with my granddad and especially my dad, because they played against each other with Instituto and Newell's Old Boys, and my uncle went to school with him when they were children.

I do remember those days really well, when I was working at my uncle's office in Sydney. I never even thought about the future to be honest, it was all about getting work done and then my head was focused on the Mariners.

When I was a kid I had a ball in San Francisco because my Uncle Lou was a gripman on the California cable car line.

I spent every summer as a child at my uncle's farm in Illinois so I know all about gathering eggs and how the hens will peck at you.

When it comes to my Uncle Jack, my father, or any other loved ones we've lost, I believe in honoring lives, not deaths.

I used to come up to Scotland to see my uncle play and I would also watch him whenever he was on the TV.

One of my more recent favorite memories is of traveling to Jeonju with my aunt and uncle. After my mother passed away, my aunt and I became a lot closer, and I've really grown to cherish the relationship we formed together as adults.

I grew up in Florida, and my uncle used to work at the Miami Beach Convention Center in concessions.

I grew up in a house that was always happy, and my family was always music, music. I started playing percussion very young, because I had some uncles who were musicians and all my aunts were singers.

Mum and Dad used to do a lot of entertaining. We had quite a nice house, so everybody descended on us at Christmas - aunts and uncles, who weren't even aunts and uncles.

When I was a toddler, my father cut hair in the townhouse we had shared together in Long Beach, California, where Dad was stationed with the U.S. Navy. The buzz of clippers consistently hummed as he gave fades to his coworkers, my uncles, and my brother, but his clippers were never oiled and plugged in for my head.

My mother, my grandmother, my uncles would play Ethiopian artists like Aster Aweke and Mulatu Astatke all the time in the house.

Our house was always full of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins.

One of my uncles played in The Isleys. I went to all their shows.

We all played sports, my brothers, my daddy, my uncles. That's all we had.

My parents had become adults during the Great Depression, as had many of my aunts and uncles, so I got stories from all of them. They are fastened up inside me, and now and again, they have to come out.

It's senseless. I've lost several uncles, I've lost my best friend to gun violence in New Orleans.

Being a child that grew up with a single mom back in the '70s, Father's Day to me was always a very uncomfortable time. At school, we would make Father's Day cards for our dads, and I usually mailed one to my dad, and he hardly ever responded.

It's not uncommon to have at least one friend that you used to mess with, and it didn't work out. But still, there's mad love there.

The last time I saw my mom was in 1997. My mom started getting sick, and my mom finally passed away in 2002. My mom was my world. My mom was everything to me. We didn't have money. We didn't have a whole lot of materialistic things, but one thing I can truly say, that my mother loved me and all of her children unconditionally.