Although he came to my christening, my first and only memory of Uncle Jim was when me, Mum (Wendy) and Nanna (Marianne) went to Chester to visit.

I think I was around five or six, maybe a little older, but I can remember being intrigued that this relative had metal bars attached to his leg.
He let me ride with him in the chair lift that took him upstairs. That instantly made him a "cool relative" in my little mind.