May 25, 1919-July 30, 2014
I’m thankful for the 95 years my mother’s sister, Aunt Nel, had to live her very full life. She was a traditional quilter-extraordinaire. She would never have called herself that, but her handwork proclaimed it. She once joked she couldn’t die yet, she had a quilt to finish.
Mom had never learned to drive, so it was Aunt Nel who took us places–like Trash ‘n’ Treasures–oh, those two were always scouting out places, looking for antique glassware. And fabric stores. I was glad when my cousin, Kathy, went along. At least we could talk to each other while our moms were in their own little world.
I remember Aunt Nel smiling as she told how they tried to pick wet toilet tissue off the shrubs after their house was rolled–and then it rained. I don’t think anything ever upset her.
She always welcomed us into her home whenever we were in town, even when “we” were a group of nine and filled her living room to overflowing.
I will miss her soft, pleasant voice, her dainty sneezes, and most of all, her warm hugs. Thanks for the memories.
Linking to Thankful Thursday