Saturday, May 12, 2018
Uncle Sandy, my only Uncle growing up. I'll never forget, when he was in the Maine Wardens Service, him pulling up in the driveway and talking through his PA Speaker instructing me " hands in the air., turn around slowly, interlock your fingers behind your head, drop to your knees,.." he was always fun and good for a laugh! One time, I think I was about 14, we were raking leaves at His parents house. A woman was jogging by and he says to her " hey, are you running to it or from it".... I laughed so hard. I have countless memories of laughing so hard my ribs hurt being around him! When I was 7- he started calling me Lynn... after about 4-5 times I finally found the courage to ask him why... he said "well I hear June ( his nickname for my dad) is going to Adopt you and wants to change your name to the next Russell in the family" MY EYES GOT really big, He says (well your Grandfather is Russell or Senior to some when we are all together, right!" "Your dad is Junior, or June to me, right" "well I've never heard of anyone being called Junior Junior or #3 because your name will become Russell Lingard Nisbet the 3rd, you know those cool Roman numerals at the end", my eyes still BIG, "Lingard ... Lynn! I've planned this all out... you never thought about that?" And that's when I found out I was going to be adopted! My dad was not going to put me through that hell so it was decided Russell Michael Nisbet! Love you Uncle Sandy!
