my uncle the actor

My uncle, the actor 

I had an uncle who was an actor
My mother took me to see him perform 
At "Folkets Park", the people's place
He played a detective. I spoiled his scene
By the audience, he was my uncle Lars
My mother had to take me outside
The acting bug stayed with me, and I wanted
To be an actor, too, I read a lot back then
and made up scenes in my head, of course
I had the best lines
When I was almost 40 years old, and ill
I was sick often in those years, mainly because
I didn't like the way my life was
I saw in the local paper the theatre in Chester
needed someone to help on stage ( I lived
in England at the time)
I rang, a young woman answered, she was
not impressed with my English and said I had
to speak perfectly before getting a job
She had poured cold water over my dream
But it was a dream inspired by my uncle
His wife was a woman with red hair; she
laughed a lot
I like to go visit them, one of the few 
places, I felt at ease, could talk, and not
be told to shut up
But for the life of me, I can't remember
her name, I will put this article aside and
wait until her name appears in my dreams 
RANDI was her name
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