A STORY ABOUT MY UNCLE A DEAD CRISTAL TV

I’m so thankful that I got to enjoy my Uncle Art all these years. They brought up their three children to be wonderful Christian people and now have several grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They go to church, read their bibles and pray. My Aunt Pauline still writes hand-written letters to the “elderly” people in the nursing facility nearby their simple suburb of Chicago area. Being the extremely welcoming and caring people that they are, they have been so encouraging to me over the years. They have been like second parents to me. Uncle Art and his wife Pauline are about the sweetest, kindest couple you could ever meet. After the war, he went on to marry my Aunt who has a gentle, loving and encouraging spirit towards me and everyone who has ever met her. He is also the only surviving sibling of five children.

Of course my Uncle Art has always meant a lot to me personally, because he is my mom’s brother. Then we walked to the grave-sites of my grandparents and lots of other relatives to reminisce. He rode by in a car wearing his “Bunker Hill” cap and waved and smiled. His entire family came along to watch and we were all so proud of him. The first and only time my Uncle was willing to be in a Memorial Day parade to be honored was in Holland, Michigan a few years ago. All this while wondering if they would be attacked again. The clergy-person said a few words, and by tens they were put to sea. They had to take the dog tags or the marked belt off each one, if it was possible, so family could be notified. They put out the fires and burial at sea had to take place for hundreds of men. The fact was, those who were left alive had to carry on immediately. Webster’s dictionary describes them this way: “ Kamikazi– (in World War II) a Japanese aircraft loaded with explosives and making a deliberate suicidal crash on an enemy target.” Two Japanese kamikaze planes evaded the radar and crashed into the ship. It came without warning and was gruesome. We have a recording of my Uncle Art when he was interviewed long ago, about that awful day in WWII. It’s a miracle that any of them survived. Over three hundred sailors died, some missing, and hundreds more injured, but thankfully not my Uncle Art. He has a picture of that ship hanging in his garage with huge billows of smoke rising above it. Bunker Hill” when it was hit by the Japanese out in the Pacific Ocean. They were just doing their job.Īn amazing story of his Navy days in WWII, is about when he was serving on the aircraft carrier “U.S.S. He is like a lot of veterans…they don’t want to be the center of attention and they don’t think they did anything special. He’s 90 years old, his health isn’t where he would like it to be, but he still gets around. There aren’t too many of them left anymore as he served very young. My Uncle Arthur Volkema is a veteran of WWII. He is a very humble man.īut I want to honor him on this Memorial Day. Many people have a story of a relative who served in a war or in the service. Out of respect, I gained permission to post this story… Thank you to all those who have served our country like my Uncle Art. Why does he not show his face? He has been dead for three years now? Let me know.I posted this story last year, and am posting it again this Memorial Day, with a few edits. If anyone out there would like to comment. I would love to hear him again or see him. He was in the Army so he puts the time in Army time. He plays with the time on the coffee pot.

A STORY ABOUT MY UNCLE A DEAD CRISTAL TV

One time, I was watching TV with my family and we heard the freezer shut, yet nobody was in there, so we think that he was playing with us. I hear his cough, he used to smoke, so he had a really bad cough. He told me that my uncle came down to say that he forgives him and that he is the man of the house. He was about to go upstairs when he saw a cloud forming where my uncle used to sit. I say about a week later, my brother woke up in a cold sweat and went downstairs to get a drink. Three days before, he got in a fight with my brother and my brother said he wished he died. My uncle was in a car crash and hit a truck and died instantly. My story starts two years ago, on december 31, 2004.

A story about my uncle a dead cristal