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Saturday, August 03, 2013

1937: MY UNCLE CHARLIE GAUDETTE, SUPERINTENDENT OF TRENTON'S WAR MEMORIAL

Out of all my relatives, Uncle Charlie was the most successful. He was a great guy. A wounded veteran from World War I, he was a piano playing whiz. He often sat down at our piano when he and my Aunt May visited our house. He always warmed up with at tune that went something like this:
"Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes, elephants to ride upon, my little Irish Rose,
Come to your nabob, upon St. Patrick's Day, sing jumbo jumbo jumbo jitty boo jay, O'Shea..."
How do I remember these things from over 70 years ago? Beats me; I inherited my mother's ability to remember even the most obscure things.

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