Ed, my equivilent of Uncle Jake was my Uncle Lawyer. no he wasnt a lawyer, but a barber and a bookie. great dresser. always a white on white shirt, cuff links, tie and two tone shoes. no spats i'm afraid but always fun with a joke or remark and very good at cards. thanks for the article. it brought back good memories. best to Diane. Steve Bucci
Ed, every story opens up new aspects of your personality and upbringing. I had no idea of your sartorial consciousness, though I should have recognized it in previous youthful recollections. My parents were class acts who cared about their appearance and those of their two sons. I remember trips to clothing stores before every school year to ensure my brother and I were dressed in the latest fashions. As you know from our golf outings, I'm always color coordinated. The biggest distinction between our generation and those "whipper-snappers," is that we always tuck in our shirt or [even] T-shirt, while younger generations insist on remaining untucked and even wearing jeans or shorts so low that appear that defy gravity. The only time I ever "dress down" is when buying a car or other negotiable items, and playing poker at Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun. Cloths DO make the man. Have a blessed year ahead, my friend.
Lovely photos and dapper Dan's they were. Ed, yes, appearance is so important and following through with good manners is so important. Does anyone answer yes anymore? Or it is it a world of yeah.
Uncle Jake’s charm reminds me of Audrey Hepburn’s favorite poem. While Uncle Jake had a respect for outward appearances, your writing also conveys much of his inner character.
The Poem:
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!"
Great post Ed! My experience with the occasional hematology laboratory session with second year medical students I was supposed to supervise and teach was they were mostly all like the one you encountered and managed to straighten out and the ones in your class that seemed to have no respect for their teachers! My experience with spats was when I was in the Navy sometimes assigned to keeping an eye on young Marines at the local dance club. When they seemed to be getting a little out of control, we would sometimes have to call in the Shore Patrol! The sight of these guys in sharp white navy uniforms and “Dixie Cup” white caps seriously coming in the door tapping their billyclubs on their hands was very impressive. But so was their added uniform appearance of wearing long white laced gaiters! Basically, long spats!
Ed, my equivilent of Uncle Jake was my Uncle Lawyer. no he wasnt a lawyer, but a barber and a bookie. great dresser. always a white on white shirt, cuff links, tie and two tone shoes. no spats i'm afraid but always fun with a joke or remark and very good at cards. thanks for the article. it brought back good memories. best to Diane. Steve Bucci
He dressed with pride and professionalism, no matter the occupation. We're well, as I trust are you and Barbara. Best . . .
Ed, every story opens up new aspects of your personality and upbringing. I had no idea of your sartorial consciousness, though I should have recognized it in previous youthful recollections. My parents were class acts who cared about their appearance and those of their two sons. I remember trips to clothing stores before every school year to ensure my brother and I were dressed in the latest fashions. As you know from our golf outings, I'm always color coordinated. The biggest distinction between our generation and those "whipper-snappers," is that we always tuck in our shirt or [even] T-shirt, while younger generations insist on remaining untucked and even wearing jeans or shorts so low that appear that defy gravity. The only time I ever "dress down" is when buying a car or other negotiable items, and playing poker at Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun. Cloths DO make the man. Have a blessed year ahead, my friend.
Right you are, Larry. It's about dignity, professionalism, and pride, especially in oneself. And your golfing dress makes you that much better!
Lovely photos and dapper Dan's they were. Ed, yes, appearance is so important and following through with good manners is so important. Does anyone answer yes anymore? Or it is it a world of yeah.
Yes, Peter, chivalry is not dead . . . yet . .. .but it's dying.
I share your philosophy completely. I believe this shows a sign of respect for self and others.
Absolutely! Dignity and respect.
Uncle Jake’s charm reminds me of Audrey Hepburn’s favorite poem. While Uncle Jake had a respect for outward appearances, your writing also conveys much of his inner character.
The Poem:
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!"
-Sam Levenson
Thank you, Lora. I LOVE this; had not read it before
Sounds like a lovely man! Just like you!!🥰
You are kind, my friend. I owe you a coffee one day. Thank you.
Great post Ed! My experience with the occasional hematology laboratory session with second year medical students I was supposed to supervise and teach was they were mostly all like the one you encountered and managed to straighten out and the ones in your class that seemed to have no respect for their teachers! My experience with spats was when I was in the Navy sometimes assigned to keeping an eye on young Marines at the local dance club. When they seemed to be getting a little out of control, we would sometimes have to call in the Shore Patrol! The sight of these guys in sharp white navy uniforms and “Dixie Cup” white caps seriously coming in the door tapping their billyclubs on their hands was very impressive. But so was their added uniform appearance of wearing long white laced gaiters! Basically, long spats!