My earliest memories of Mon oncle Lucien was when he and Matante Anna got my little sister Anne, their godchild, a cute little toy for Chrismas.   A puppy sitting in a barrel that she could pull along with a string.  Even years prior, when I was barely 2 yrs old, someone put me under the Christmas tree and Michel stuck his dad's pipe in my mouth and a Labbatt's 50 in hand, and a man's dress hat on my head.   It was quite funny, for everyone else in the room that is.  We had several Christmas's with my mononcle and matante, always memorable.   I turned drinking age one day and Dad and Uncle Lou took me to the bar for my first drink.   Always greeting people with a happy go lucky chuckle,  hearing mon oncle Lou's singing and foot stomping was the best of times.    The heavens are rockin' now and the angels flapping their wings to the beat of ...." Well listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar..."