When I was a young boy, Uncle Nunny used to bring me to the firehouse (back when the pole was used) and i'd put on his big boots and slide down into his patiently waiting grasp, only to run back up and do it again. We'd plsy checkers and chess and I used to think I won, but now I know his kind nature let me win, he had many great talents, but his best was finding Aunt Lil. May you all miss him, but know that he's with Pa and his sister Helen (my mom) and the rest of our family waiting for us, walking on Streets of Gold. May God bless you all, and may God keep Uncle Nunny off the fire station pole. With all my love, Nephew, Tom Wallace Brooksville,Florida