Thursday, May 2, 2019
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of Aunt Elaine. As I read the obit, I realized how little I knew of any of my aunts and uncles. To say that one was so much like the other would be gross understatement . The differences in personalities from what I remember is truly remarkable. All were unique in their own way. Thus making the cousin's lack of a relationship a little easier to understand.
I have but one memory that goes back some 40 plus years. Bear with me - and please correct me if I have been mistaken. Usually when recalling memories from that long ago they are either dark or pleasant. This definitely is pleasant. It starts with a short drive then crossing over a steel structured bridge that no one would jump off of. Take a first right, a relatively long winding lane, corn fields obstructed the view, a small wooden cottage weathered. I recall very little of the inside - just those long sticky fly traps that hung from the ceiling. I must have stayed outside more. There was a loo tucked away out back and a massive weeping willow that two budding starlets sat on. And I remember that why ? Because neither my sister nor Sandra would allow me to join them. Steps down the river bank to a dock there was a wooden boat with an outboard motor. A rope pull start, no recoil, so a whole lot of rewinding. Not sure it worked very well. And how could one forget the dog. A shepherd that roamed freely.
Fond memories.
Rest in peace Aunt Elaine.
Terry
