My Uncle Leroy Analysis

Everybody has an Uncle Leroy. My Uncle Leroy shows up at Thanksgiving and touches on the drumstick before the turkey makes it to the table. He prefers the drumstick on the right side as the creature faces to the south with cornbread stuffing packed firmly between its legs. In general, you try not to look at my uncle’s face and big belly when he grins or laughs. His eyebrows are uncontrolled, bushy and seem to have a life of their own. Once you look, you stare and find yourself stuck as he draws your eyes to his. The other thing about not looking is that he scratches his head, the gruff stubble on his face and his ears so hard that it makes you itch. And his jokes are so lame that usually it’s just him laughing with an unexpected poot-poot …show more content…
And there are lots of little tricks to how to remember important facts. I remember the time he told us how our grandmother recalls to others her children’s names. She tells about each child and something special they did. For instance, the names of my five uncles and aunts on the Johnson side are in the phrase: Johnny Jank Penny Wank Patty Saw D.C. Leroy Johnson. I heard the name every year and could almost spell it out in Pig Latin to my brother in my sleep. The crudeness is not the most annoying behavior of Uncle. How he makes fun of grown-ups and children alike is the embarrassment that lasts a lifetime. My Uncle June Bug is called that because of the time he got one of the critters stuck in his ear long ago. My Aunt Cooter had a small scab on the tip of her nose one year during Uncle Leroy’s visit. Her injury was called a Cooter Booger. She’s been Cooter ever since. After Grandpa died our family moved in to help Granny with the farming and all the chores to keep the place going. Our main crop is corn, but we also have poultry to make it to the market. So, when our family gathers for large holiday events most of the relatives come to our homestead in the country. There are no issues with parking or finding a beautiful setting. Granny still likes to do most of the cooking related to the turkey, but there are many helping hands for desserts and side …show more content…
They helped me to my feet and looked at me. There were fresh and free flowing tears that kept welling up in my eyes. That hit marked the end of the game. The one thing that I dreaded more than brain damage or death anything else was the taunting that I would take from my Uncle. As we neared the house, I asked someone for a baseball cap. I think the swelling went down to a smaller knob faster than I expected. We still had time to waste, so we headed inside the barn. We jumped off many objects, mostly hay stacks. We tussled and rolled in the hay and on the hard autumn ground like skinny little bowling pins until we were bored. Everybody showed signs of itching by plucking at the straw that was embedded in our clothes. We still had a little more time before someone would yell out for us to come to dinner. Dry skin and pointy needles couldn’t stop