Uncle Harry was a deacon in our church and he wasn't my uncle - he was everyone's uncle. His kindly face, worn with the seasons of a Yankee native's life, would beam as he leaned down to remind me of the sugaring off party at his sugarhouse that afternoon and called me "dear" in that rich North Country accent that resonates still in my brain. Read the full piece here. https://newhampshireadventures.blogspot.com/2017/04/uncle-harry-uhlmans-sugaring-off-parties.html
