Here I am at 68, here in America remembering my dear Uncle Tommy. The last memory I have is me and him on a bike on Bank Street and that had to be 1958? He left for the RAF, and then I was taken to America, and remember clinging to Nanny Watters, as I did not want to leave. I never saw either again, but tried to see Uncle Tommy in 1972 while we made a stop in Rosyth, but it did not work out as we only had 12 hrs while I was in US Navy.
I nearly missed ships movement but did get to his house, but he wasn't hame.
I never understood the family squabbles that went on, but see he has a son Robert, named after my PaPa. I would hope Robert, would make an attempt to get hold of me, and hopefully he will, as my love for the him is strong. No matter, he must at least know that I love him and his family whom I have never seen. I think of Irvine every day, as I miss my hame so very much. My Uncle Tommy was my hero and he was my world, and now he is with Aunt Margaret and they have no wants.
Billy Jamieson :
09/04/2020