Tammy Severson
My favorite memory of my Uncle Lee: When I was a young toddler he would always buy donuts every weekend and bring them back to grandma’s kitchen. He made sure there were at least two (2) pudding filled donuts - especially for me (and my chubby little fingers). He and grandma would chat, drink coffee and eat donuts, all the while I was behind them, sticking my little fingers in the hole made by the pudding filling and extracting the pudding. I didn’t want the donut - just the pudding! Uncle Lee would act as if nothing was happening behind him - even though I was rather noisy and making quite the mess! He and grandma would allow me to “sneak” the pudding from my 2 donuts and after I had made my getaway Uncle Lee would act surprised and “demand” to know what happened to the 2 pudding-filled donuts. I would just laugh and laugh and tell him “don’t know, not me” to which he would just exclaim “not you, then why do you have a pudding face?”
To this day, I prefer to eat all the pudding out of my donut first and then, maybe, I’ll actually eat the donut! I never buy donuts without thinking of my Uncle Lee. I loved his laugh and I loved that he loved me enough to ensure I was never donut, I mean pudding, deprived!
He will be dearly missed and always loved.
