Monday, October 12, 2020
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I will miss Uncle Roger. He was, by far, my most favourite uncle. I am very happy, though, that he was able to meet my wife Aretha and son Micah when we came on our visits from Australia where we live. He was the photographer for our wedding in 2013, which was held at my Dad's house in Colton's Point, Maryland. The photo is of him at that wedding (L-R: Leslie Binns, Uncle Roger, 'Jimmy James Shawn' Moore).
One of the many memories I have of him, Aunt Dot and the rest of the Binns girls was when I was maybe 6 or 7 they came to visit. I think they were living in Buffalo, NY at the time, but I could be wrong. But I know it was a long drive for them. They evidently arrived sometime in the middle of night. Since this was rural Maryland and in the mid 1960s, we never locked the house. When we woke up we found a note taped to the banister of the steps leading up to the bedrooms. It was from Uncle Roger et al. They had arrived when we were all asleep and didn't want to wake us so left a note and went off to a hotel (presumably in Leonardtown). For some reason I thought that was SO COOL. We hardly ever traveled anywhere and certainly not through the night. It seemed so Exotic. So Adventurous. So ... well, yes, Uncle Rogerish. At least to my eyes.
He was such a good soul. The world is a little less good with his passing.
