Uncle Royce was many things to many people, but to me he was one of a kind. He taught me how to drive a stick shift and shared countless laughs and stories with me. He was a great carpenter, and father. After a Summer rain, when I was just a boy, I found what I thought was a car fuse, and I began to stomp on it to try and break it. He saw me and asked what I was doing, when I told him I was trying to break the fuse, he came over to see for himself. He instantly knew what it was and jerked me back, he told me that it wasn't a fuse, it was a dynamite blasting cap. He told me that I was lucky that it had just rained and the cap kept sinking into the ground instead of breaking. Had he not stopped me, I'm sure I would have figure out a way to break it, which could have killed me or at the very least, maimed me for life. I have never forgotten that, and I treasure it with me along with the many memories I have of him. I love you Uncle!!