bustieone
7 Answers
country bumpkin
Best answer!
My aunt Laura is my favorite. She's more like a sister to me because there is only a 4 year age gap so we grew up together.
When we were kids she had a toy cash register. We would take the groceries out of the cabinets and I would pretend I was shopping and than she would ring up my groceries and sack them. We also loved playing with cars, playing church after church on Sunday and annoying the ants in from the big red ant bed.
She took on the responsibility of being my legal guardian when she was only 20 and I learned a lot from her that year. One lesson I cherish is how she taught me to introduce myself to people and to make sure I tell a person it's nice to meet you. (This was an embarrassing lesson to learn but one I'm grateful for).
My aunt and I don't keep in touch the way we used to, but when we do see other we have a blast together. We end up in hysterics!
| 10 years ago. Rating: 11 | |
jhharlan
Tommyh
Sorry to hear that Ray.Will you be heading down for the funeral?
| 10 years ago. Rating: 8 | |
Bob/PKB
My mother's youngest sister, Grace, and her husband, Ken, were two of my favorite people. She developed Alzheimer's and macular degeneration in her final years. The memory I have that most clearly shows her compassion is when my mom, oldest son (5 at the time), and I visited them in NY, where they lived outside of Rochester. We traveled to D.C. with them to visit a cousin who worked for the government, and we also visited my mother-in-law, who lived across the street from the St. Lawrence River, near Lake Ontario, and enjoyed a quick visit to Hershey (of chocolate fame) Pennsylvania. A great trip, but my son got on my nerves, eventually. We were walking around the schoolgrounds where my aunt had been a food service manager, and she suddenly grabbed my son's hand and said they were going for a walk together. She took off with him for the better part of an hour, departing with a knowing smile and eyes that sparkled. Her four sons consider her a saint, too.
| 10 years ago. Rating: 6 | |
lindilou
So sad for your loss ... my favorite, Aunty Doris was just the very best gal ever... she had seven kids and owned a garage way out in the middle of nowhere with a cool car lot and bone yard...there were even some 30s Chevy torpedo backs out there ... and Aunty Doris was a body-person and would fix and paint cars and trucks while my uncle drank alot and sold cars and my cousins pumped gas and stuff... there was a real old fashioned coca-cola machine... a bottle for a nickel... she died in a head-on crash years ago... but I'll never forget her... she showed up the day my folks divorced with 'shower' gifts for Mom... her trunk was full of pillows and sheets and quilts and teatowels and a brand new coffee machine...then she took us all out for Chinese food to celebrate ... she was great!
| 10 years ago. Rating: 6 | |
witchway
mycatsmom
I ran out of relatives. My aunt and uncle died in the 80s. My other aunt died in the 70s. I would have had a real uncle and cousins, if my mom's brother wouldn't have been an invalid from the time he was 18 till 31, when he died. My dad was an only child. The only grandparent I ever had died when I was almost 4.
I had 2 cousins. One of them is dead . I miss him.
| 10 years ago. Rating: 5 | |
