‘Sunday Man’

‘Sunday Man’

No, not that Jack Cassidy. But yes, Mom had an uncle named Jack whose gregarious personality both flattered and flustered.

As girls, Mom and her sister, Bunny, would scurry into the pantry to hide from that big personality.

Mom and her little sister, Bunny, would scurry off when company arrived. This photo is from around 1939, when the girls were nine and six years old.

I did the same years later. As a child, I cowered from my uncle John Cull’s Eugene Levy-esque eyebrows. We shy lasses eventually grew up to appreciate these fine gentlemen.

Mom wrote this poem about her uncle Jack Cassidy, a steamfitter, 13 years after his passing.

sunday man

uncle jack
backrubber bearhugger
kissingest cafferty in the clan
we fled behind the pantry door
as you came conquering on summer sundays

my mother kept a room between
her brothers smiled and put their hands
to pipes and pockets

you celebrant
the week before you died
I saw you at the wedding
pale now thinner cold cigar in mouth
bending like a breeze was at your back
cajoling flirting
holding hands with sad and ancient aunts
turning before my eyes those scraps of women
into raving beauties


~ joan vayo October 7, 1975

Cassidy wedding 1929
I’m sorry to say this is the only photo I’ve found that includes Mom’s Uncle Jack – he’s the tall fellow in back, on the far right. This photo was taken in June 1929, when Mom’s parents married.

Mom’s wonderful poems are scattered throughout this blog. Click here on the Poems Tag to see more.

“sunday man” © 1975 Joan Vayo. All rights reserved.

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