I have asked to speak about my Uncle Nate, who was also a friend.Nate was from a different time that inspired creative survival, honesty and hard work.He was the Tom Mix of our family – he would shoot straight and there was never a hidden agenda.He helped us to understand the true meaning of trust.
Nate was predeceased by younger brothers, a sister and his wife, Aunt Ann. He suffered those loses with tears and kind words.We held hands when my dad died and I think of his words of both sadness and encouragement often.He also suffered the most difficult loss of all, the loss of his son and my closest cousin Richard.Words cannot share that pain.
I have very fond memories of my Uncle Nat as a preteen, a teenager and as an adult.We always had something to talk about because he listened and always worked hard to know a little more than casual information about my interests. He knew how to share.
His love for Jayne, his pride in the woman that she has become, made him a very happy and fulfilled man and I know how much that will be a part of her, forever.
And boy, did he know how to laugh and tell corny and hilarious anectdotes and jokes.He was a great laugher – whether it was encouraging Sheppy and his crazy antics or just being a good audience.
I got to know Uncle Nate even better through the feelings of his son who spoke about his dad with reverence, respect and love.Those feelings were a continuation of the loving relationship that he had with his brother Harrison, my Dad. I always get a warm feeling and a big smile when I think about their early act together, playing spoons and whistling and trying to get the attention of Major Bowes.
Beaver Lake Lodge, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Florida – Uncle Nate made all of those places and each of us a lot better.
My sister Pearl who could not be here today wanted to say
Uncle Nate. the last of my uncles now is gone but never forgotten. He was a man of charm and grace. A true gentleman in every way. He personified these qualities throughout his life and left a legacy of love to all whose lives he touched.
And my son Jonathan, who gave Nat a very special gift through a photograph of Nat and Dick in May 1999 wanted me to say,
“I had just begun to know my Uncle Nat during the past couple of years. I remember everytime I had spoken to him he would always ask me “How my girl was” and “How everyone in the family was doing”. He placed a great value on family and valued everyone in his. He showed me that the most important thing to do in ones life is to live each day as if it’s the most important day of your life. He has also shown me by example that being a caring , sensitive, wonderful, distinguished person is ageless; Age is nothing but a number and should have no bearing on the quality of ones life.