To say I didn't care for reading as a child is probably an understatement. Uncle Lamire, being the voracious reader he was, would/could not accept this fact. So, he would put me in on his lap, put the newspaper, (probably the WSJ) in front of me and point to a story I needed to read. Did I like it, NO! Did it give me confidence in reading, you betcha! One more memory was how my sister and I had to pick up rotten apples that were in the yard. That was extremely gross! Every time I would remind him of this story he would deny remembering. I will miss him!