Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Monday, February 23, 2009

Aunt Lucille

The picture I have scanned was taken about 4 years ago.
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.


kenju said...

I always wished my mom would let me move the furniture and dance - but it didn't happen! LOL

What a nice-looking woman she is - even at her advanced age. She reminds me of my grandmother, in that respect.

Judy said...

I think you must take after your aunts because you got their good looks. Two very attractive women in that picture!

Darlene said...

I see a strong resemblance between you and your Aunt. Both of you are extremely attractive. I would bet that you not only inherited the good looks from your Aunt, but her longevity too.

I can't imagine starting to build a house with the stress involved, but you are doing it and doing it well.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

kenju, Judy and Darlene. You are my encouragers and I thank you.
Darlene, I am hanging in there. Looking straight ahead with a vision in mind.

naperville mom said...

I'm fussy about the furniture too... A lot of times, my daughter who's really into climbing is so pissed off that she yells, I've no freedom in this house!

Nice looking lady she is...Thanks for sharing:)

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

naperville mom thanks for checking in. Little ones want a lot of freedom. But that is not the way it is.

Balisha said...

My Mom used to tell about rolling the parlor rug back and dancing to the music on the victrola.