Marjorie served us an avocado with our dinner today.  She said, “I remember the first avocado that I ever tasted.  Uncle Bob brought it from California.  None of us had ever tasted avocados before.  He said it was really good.  I liked it right away.”

Then she said, “How am I related to Uncle Bob?”

“He wasn't your real uncle, remember?  Your grandmother took him in and raised him.”

“Oh, yes, now I remember.  A woman that Grandma Simmons somehow knew appeared at her door sometime after Grandpa Simmons died.  They were barely making ends meet.  The woman left a man sitting outside on a motorcycle waiting with the engine running.  She had this cute, little, blonde, curly-haired boy, and said that she didn't want him anymore.  She wanted to go traveling with her boy friend.  Would Grandma be willing to take him?

“Grandma said, 'yes,' and the woman went out the door, jumped on the motorcycle, and was gone.  The baby cried, and everyone else cried, too.  Thereafter he'd sit on Grandma's lap and stroke her hair and say, 'Ella.'  That was his mother's name.

“Bob grew up as part of the family.  He came to Baker to visit the family every other year or so.  Whenever he announced that he was coming, Mom would see to it that he was put on the program at sacrament meeting to sing a solo.  He lived in the Bay area at San Francisco, and was part of an opera group there.  He was a fun person, and a great guy.

“When he was older he wanted to meet his father.  His father was nice to him, but when they parted, his father told him that he never wanted to see him again.”

Uncle Bob's name was Robert Craig.  He had one daughter named Ganel Gay Craig (spelling might be different.  She went by G. G.).