Aunt Lucille is 95 years young at the present time. She lives in a senior complex not far from my city cottage. I have always felt such a special bond and love for her. After I married and moved to Tennessee, we would rarely go a month without having a special conversation.
My father had 5 sisters and she is one of his younger sister's.
I can remember in my younger years how impressed I was with her. She was always dressed so stylish. During childhood growing up years when I would come to Nashville for a visit I would always spend a few days with her. I can remember her taking me for my first permanent and I think I cried most of the time with the hard rollers and the kinky hair I emerged with.
Memories of her white bungalow. Memories of the two bird dogs. One was Kate who walked with a severe limp. The other name I will not write - do not use language like that! I could never call him by name.
This little girl grew up in an apartment building in Detroit so these visits South to grandparents and aunts were so special. They had homes with yards. Yards with a swing from a tree and some of them had dogs. I guess most of all they had homes with grass. That may be why I love nature so much. It became a reality for me after I married and began having homes of my own.
All of my dad's sisters were extremely pretty. I can remember being told how my grandmother who was a widow would allow these girls to have friends to their home and would move all the furniture for the dancing. That is difficult for me to imagine. As I am this fussy housekeeper. Do not mean to be but guess I would not move all my furniture for my children to play and have dances. At my paternal grandmother's home there was music playing from the radio most of the time. A spirit of cheerfulness remembered by this little girl.
Some memories from this One Woman on her Journey Through This Life.