Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Happy Birthday, Aunda
This is my great aunt, who turned 88 yesterday. (She's seated in one of the many antique dens in the RM's father's house at the Father's Day BBQ this year--she would be very affronted if she thought you thought that was HER chair, which is why I'm bothering to tell you.)
Long-timers will recognize the Aunda from some previous posts. She's my favorite. She's a big storyteller as well as a formidable cook (please take the adjective "formidable" as not necessarily uniquely applying to the cooking). My grandmother had a bad accident when I was 5 years old, and has never been the lynch pin of our family (in my memory, at least, but very possibly before, as well). That has always been the Aunda, her sister, who cooks for all the holidays and dutifully passes along everyone's gossip. I think (I think) that at this point in her life she has ceased to regret that, as she might put it, God didn't give her any children of her own, but the rest of us--"us" being my mom's five brothers, their many kids, and now *their* kids--lucked out to have her to ourselves, because we had her to stand in when her sister was unwilling/unable.
I know a lot of people are doing NaNoWriMo, and I've signed up too. My goal isn't to write a novel during November, but it is to put aside time everyday for a month to write down some of the stories she's told me. If I post a little less frequently in November, you'll know why.