I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.
We know Uncle George directly, so he gives us music to sample, all we gotta do is tell him directly and we can use it.
I learned to ride a ten-speed when I was 4 or 5. My uncle gave me the bike, hand-me-down, and everyone used to stare at me riding up and down this block. I was too short to reach the pedals, so I put my legs through the V of the frame. I was famous. The little kid who could ride the ten-speed.
‘James and the Giant Peach’ magnificently starts out Dahl’s career as a blithe and droll Bad Uncle corrupter and affirmer of youth. Its influence can be subsequently traced down the decades in everything from Maurice Sendak to Lemony Snicket to J. K. Rowling.
I was right in the middle of a story and leading to a punch line and then I just heard ‘John John’ and I just looked around. I could see someone in the shadows walking forward and he said ‘John I can’t find me seat lad, d’ya know where me seat is?’ I looked at him and it was my uncle Dave.
Fortunately, as it pertains to guns, my dad and uncle introduced me to guns the way it needs to be done: smart, slow and safe.
I first went to the Chubut valley, the colony that runs about 800km across the width of Argentina, in 2000. My uncle had been there tracing family and came back saying I had to go. So a year later I did.
Mr. Philippe Zdar is a little bit like the uncle of the whole Daft Punk-Phoenix-Air thing in Paris and known for being in the group Cassius. It was interesting working with Philippe.
Country artists, I met a lot of them when I was five, six years old. I had an uncle who was a country and western singer and I met Lefty Frizzell when I was five or six years old in those shows that would come through Toronto from Nashville.
My paternal uncle and aunt have jobs, and they are the ones who feed the family with a regular income.
As a boy, I had an uncle, T. G. Bond, who lived near Moreton Hampstead and who was passionately devoted to Dartmoor. He inspired me with the same love.
My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: What are you looking at?
I tell young people that people aren’t just going to flock to you as your mentors. You have to seek them out. It could be your next-door neighbor; it could be somebody upstairs from you, somebody down the block from you. An aunt or an uncle. Some relative. A parent.
Our entire family is replete with sentiments of patriotism. Uncle Swarna Singh left for his heavenly abode in jail in 1910, two or three years after my birth. Uncle Ajit Singh is leading the life of an exile in foreign countries.
When I hung out with my Uncle Chris, things got real. He was fun, talkative, and loud. He was the life of the party and a magnet for mischief. Since he saw the world through a gangsta’s lens, he wanted me to become tough and aggressive.
A few years later, my Uncle David took me to the Earle Theatre to hear Duke Ellington.
In Afghanistan, you don’t understand yourself solely as an individual. You understand yourself as a son, a brother, a cousin to somebody, an uncle to somebody. You are part of something bigger than yourself.
I come from a religious family – my father is a pastor, my uncle, my sister and her husband are a pastor team.
I grew up in this era where your parents’ friends were all called aunt and uncle. And then I had an aunt and an aunt. We saw them on holidays and other times. We never talked about it, but I just understood that they were a couple.
When it came to music growing up, it wasn’t just gospel and R&B. My uncle brought rock n’ roll to me when I was younger, and I loved it. I was open to all music.
I had an uncle who adored Al Green. He was white, but he only listened to black music.
I don’t think I’m going to be back on ‘This Is Us.’ I think that Uncle Ricky had his moment; he did what he had to do.
When I go to China, people call me ‘Uncle Mo’ because they refer me as Yao Ming’s uncle. I’m pleased to be his uncle as long as he listens to me!
My favorite lie was the online rumor that Bruce Willis was my uncle. That’s hilarious.
My uncle has a VHS collection of over 20,000 films.
My dad’s side of the family was very poor while growing up, but my dadi raised three kids, got my dad through medical school, sent my uncle to America where he wanted to work and helped my aunt become an accountant, because that’s what she wanted to do.
My Uncle Nissim studied Kabbalah. Just before he died, he gave this tiny book, its pages yellow with age. He said it had special powers. I had a feeling that the book helped to keep me safe. My daughter is called Nissim after him.
Samuel L. Jackson is such a riot. He’s so incredibly normal, and he’s a blast to be around. I can’t even describe to you how he’s just sort of everybody’s crazy uncle.
My uncle Shawn used to stay with us when we were really young, and I used to come downstairs and see him break dancing on this piece of a cardboard. I probably always thought they were cool since then. I never knew his comedy, but I used to always see him break dancing. And he was terrible at it.
Even to this day, when I think about the fact that I’m in this ‘Star Wars’ world, that I’m a half-brother to Darth Vader and an uncle to Luke Skywalker, it’s too hard to wrap my head around.
Every two weeks, I’d get a small pay-check and notice the line where federal and state income taxes were deducted from my wages. At least as often, our drug-addict neighbor would buy T-bone steaks, which I was too poor to buy for myself but was forced by Uncle Sam to buy for someone else.
Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.
My uncle’s house burned down when I was 6 years old. We got out safely. But ever since, I’ve had a nightmare of dying in a fire.
When I was kid, my uncle had a grocery store. I remember the smell of the sawdust on the floor.
Me and both my brothers got permits to attend Beverly because two of my uncles and my uncle’s wife all taught and coached at Beverly Hills High. But I grew up in South Central.
When the Second World War came to an end in Europe, my uncle Sir Alexander Korda was the first filmmaker to reopen offices in Germany and Austria.
I’ve heard ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’ read, and I tell you Mrs. Stowe’s pen hasn’t begun to paint what slavery is as I have seen it at the far South. I’ve seen de real thing, and I don’t want to see it on no stage or in no theater.
As a matter of fact, I am an uncle. I have nine nephews and nieces. I’m not sure if they think I’m all that quick with a quip. But I’m quick with a spank.
My uncle was a photographer for ‘The Irish Times.’
During past years, like frightened children, we were afraid to eat the strong meat of human rights and instead sucked the milk of civil rights from the breasts of white liberals, black Uncle Toms, and Aunt Jemimas.
I always wondered, like, you know how you go to the family barbecue, and your uncle is that funny guy that you laugh at because he’s family? That’s how I felt with ‘Fighter and the Kid.’ People would laugh at my stuff, but it was always tough for me to tell. I just needed to see if there was something going on.
I got a lot from my uncle who is a really good ska guitarist. Very ragged makeshift rhythms and intricate lines.
My grandfather and my uncle both died from colorectal cancer, my dad almost died from it and I have the gene for it.
Even if they’re not Asian or super rich… everyone has a nagging mother. Everyone has that obnoxious uncle, or that cousin who’s a bit too snobby.
I put myself through school working at Sound Warehouse, rebuilding lawn mowers for my uncle, installing security systems in the summer heat. Not fun.
Storytelling is a very old human skill that gives us an evolutionary advantage. If you can tell young people how you kill an emu, acted out in song or dance, or that Uncle George was eaten by a croc over there, don’t go there to swim, then those young people don’t have to find out by trial and error.
My uncle, who was a little more flamboyant, always said the guy who dressed the best was Fred Astaire.
My uncle, who gave me my first turntables when I was ten, also gave me records to mix, but I never understood house music. I thought it was boring until I was old enough to go to a club and feel it, the fact that it actually makes you just want to dance.
I like them all – I don’t always approve. I see myself as a sort of benevolent uncle to these characters, and I can see why they do what they do; sometimes they make some mistakes, but at heart I think they’re decent.
I broke my uncle’s toy as a kid and never told him about it.
I’d love to do a comedy. I always told myself that I don’t have funny bones, and then I was working with Dervla Kirwan in ‘Uncle Vanya,’ and she was like, ‘Lara, you’re really, really funny.’ And I realised I am, and that’s not even me blowing my own trumpet.
I love my family’s music because I love it. It’s good. I listen to the Winans all the time. I listen to BeBe and CeCe. I listen to Angie and Debbie. I listen to Uncle Daniel. I listen to Phase 2, my two brothers and my two cousins. I think they’re incredible.
