Wendi Rudholm
First, my deepest sympathies to Jeanie and the family. I’ve had Uncle Kenny and family in my life for my full life! So many memories. However I will forever remember (and tell over and over again) the memory of my pony. Yes, a pony from Uncle Kenny! There was this time when our families met at a restaurant. I was about 7 years old. Uncle Kenny was teasing me- typical; he was a slight teasing kind of guy! He leaned over to me as I was sitting on my dad’s lap and said, “… ok, Uncle Kenny has to leave, give me a smooch “. Teasing him back, I didn’t! This continued for a bit and I still wouldn’t kiss him goodbye. Finally, he said, “… give me a kiss and uncle Kenny will buy you a pony”! What? He asked if I wanted a pony? Yes! Every 7 year old girl wants a pony. In complete disbelief and with my dad yelling- don’t do it! I did it. I smooched Uncle Kenny’s cheek goodbye. The best part? The next day, Uncle Kenny showed up with a pony!!! I still can’t believe it. Nor my whole family. It was a wildly crazy moment in life, with such a funny family friend we called Uncle. That is my Uncle Kenny.
-Wendi (McElrath) Rudholm.
