Remembering Uncle Paul

Remembering Uncle Paul
told by
Brian Barnett
I don't remember a whole lot about Uncle Paul (Cook), really. I find that to be unfortunate since he was one of those magnetic personalities who made it fun to be in his presence. He always seemed to be in a good mood. Typically when I saw him, I was at my mamaw and papaw's house and I remember he liked to come up behind me, growl, and playfully grab my shoulder to scare me. It usually worked. He must've been quite strong because it always felt as if a bear claw or a vice had latched onto me. Invariably I would jump and he would laugh that distinct laugh, or more of a chortle really. It sounded like a haw-haw-haw, type laugh that shook his shoulders.
I remember that he was rather tall and lanky and was easy to get a laugh out of. When he died when I was in high school. I was very disappointed. It wasn't long after I had visited with him and Aunt Erma that he died. As always it was a fun visit filled with his distinct chuckle as we all laughed at family stories told by papaw and Uncle Harold.
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