My dad's older brother, my uncle Ray, had been quite an athlete when he was young. He was not the kind of athlete whose name would be plastered on the newspapers of the larger towns, but his name was known around the little town of Pickers, Okla.
He was strong and active as a young man and was always interested in athletic contests among his friends and kinfolks.
We used to visit them every two years and I always enjoyed my visits there. Partly because Aunt May was such a good cook and always had good peach or apple pies available when we arrived.
