Lives Between the Dimensions

We were living in St. Louis, Missouri in the small brick apartment complex at 2621 South Fourth Street in the early spring of 1951, walking distance from my Father’s place of employment at International Car and Foundry.   I was not yet quite 5 years old when I first remember my uncle Herb.   But, meeting him that day left an impression and etched a scene into my impressionable brain that I still carry with me in the graying years of my own journey between the dimensions. Properly, I met my mother’s brother, Herbert Daniel Wilson on that day.   I was tagging along behind Mother while she was doing the usual chores of the household when we both perked up at a knock on the door.   She was not expecting or prepared for who was on the other side of that portal, as evidenced by the emotion that sprang forth from her like spontaneous joy released finally from an airtight time capsule.   She cried and shook and threw her arms around the slight figure of the man standing there in full m