Uncle Arnold (Arnold Seibel) was always an enigma to me. As I remember him he was like the male version of Sr. Mary Clarine in that everyone in the family wanted him at their house - any time and for any reason. He was funny and a great chef to boot. At our house he played bridge when we had guests over, and back in the good ole days of tubes, capacitors and resistors, he was the go-to guy to fix anything. In those days, resistors were color coded as to their purpose and application and what capacities they were capable of. The problem was, Uncle Arnold was colorbllind - somehow he was able to make sense of the shades of gray. While he was flat-footed and colorblind, he still entered the service of our country during WWII. He enlisted in 12-15-1942. The rumor I heard was that he was one of the personal bakers for General Dwight D. Eisenhower. (per a co-worker of his at Ralph K. Davies Hospital (Franklin Hospital) ).
He lived off of the N Car Line in those days right near Duboce Park (Pierce Street I think) - I don't remember him driving out to the house. He taught me how to make gravy and how to carve a turkey (things I have forgotten and remembered a dozen times over.)
