I had to think what to say for a day or so as this wonderful man Bertram Schild was my only Uncle. My childhood memories of Uncle Buddy as I called him, my cousins, Maureen, Ken, and Gloria are of the Sunday's we spent together. As my father Marvin and Bert beat each other up on the tennis courts, Gloria and I were playing games in her room and Kenny was listening to music in his. I remember Maureen always watching over us as an excellent role model.
Of course when the guys were done playing tennis and they were both fierce competitors, things could get noisy in the house depending who won and lost. Uncle Buddy would always come back and check on us. I loved him more than he ever knew. It brings tears to my eyes to say Good bye Uncle Buddy. The world was a better place with you in it.