Uncle John

When we were growing up in Montreal, Uncle John came to visit. My parents, Aunt Helen and Uncle Jack left Uncle John to babysit all of us - maybe we were 8 or only 7 kids at the time. He was very gentle and sweet and tried to get our attention and read us a story. I remember all of us sitting in the living room at 4950 Doherty, our home in Montreal at the time. I remember that we probably were acting up because poor Uncle John tried to get us to settle down so that he could be heard but to no avail. All I remember is that in the end he had to close the book because there was too much confusion and noise and very little listening going on. What a pity, I wonder what book he had chosen?