Uncle Bill was taking pictures and movies of us kids sliding down the little hill beside the lockhouse. The snow was packed and as hard as ice. This was the first time I can remember seeing him and I was taken by his laugh. He laughed more than anyone I ever knew and I thought it was neat.
We went out on the ice in the canal and I remember he got a big kick out of the round depressions where the ducks spent the night and melted the ice. He was joking about the ducks having cold feet and all that and we all were laughing until our lungs hurt from the cold air.
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