A post that all of us who have enjoyed the company of elderly relatives who have lost their way and a living in another time will appreciate.. as will the story of an aunt who taught a young girl to waltz, and to get rid of unsightly and unwanted appendages! For the love of an aunt.. and tissue alert for tears of laughter as well as sorrow #recommended
It’s twenty years today since my auntie left our home for the last time to go into care; eight years since she died. I wrote some of the following on each of those occasions. Now it seems almost unbelievable how much time has passed. I remember …
During our lives, Auntie Olive and I had three different relationships.
When I was a child I was told she was ‘someone very important in the civil service.’ She was a spinster in every way. I think I was as much a mystery to her as she was to me and we avoided each other as much as possible. But there was one occasion when we united in gleeful rebellion and it caused the only quarrel I can remember between her and my mother.
For a long time, when I was a child, my mother insisted on my having ringlets. Every night my hair was twisted…
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Thank you, Sally. She was one special lady. But what she’d say to my writing about her I dread to think.x.
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