Ron Burgess shared a story about Charles Burgess

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In Memory of

Charles Edward
Burgess

1934 - 2015

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Uncle Chuck

Just looked here to read all the stories that could be posted here, Chuck had a rich full life making lots of friends and doing many good things along the way. Respected and loved and an all around good guy.

I was closest to Uncle Chuck when he was a teenager and although being seven years behind him it was like having an older brother, it helped that most of my days were spent there at Grandma's house where he taught me how to ride a bicycle and let me join in and watch as he would test his model airplane and race car engines...in the dining room...I can still smell the fumes and see the clouds of smoke that filled the whole house. Speaking of house, that place was a kids paradise, the place was busy with the elders racing to find there washed clothes piled high on dining room table (can't remember of any meals ever served there...just clothes). Chucks room had the giant wind up music box that we would spend hours playing those big copper records on. I still have that machine. Aunt Barb's room was used to make tunnels, forts and hide outs with chairs, sheets and blankets. Every room was a play room and the basement was a scary, dangerous, forbidden and never ending source of treasure hunting. The front porch was always kept neat and clean as well as the small front yard. The back yard with the alley entrance was a different story, with the clutter on the porch and steps and the years of discards in the sort of grass and weeds. Chuck and I would pull big magnets on strings through the yard to see who could come up with the best treasure.

The biggest treasure is that I have these memories and this is how I wish to remember my Big Brother, Uncle Chuck.

Posted by Ron Burgess

Sunday August 9, 2015 at 3:04 pm