One of my earliest memories is being outside Good Counsel Church when my aunt and uncle were married. She was my father’s older sister and she worked as a nurse at Saint Mary’s hospital where I was born. My father tells me she was our first baby sitter. She was my godmother too, not that that amounted to much. Guess she would have taken me in if something had happened to my parents. She did send me a gift every Christmas and that was special.
She was special too, the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met. She met my uncle in the hospital after he had a farm accident. They lived lived in 200 year old house at Starkey’s Corners near Dundee and Seneca Lake. Their place, the big red barns, the cows, horses, goats and chickens was heaven when we were kids. No matter how hard we tried to dude up, boots, jeans and cowboy hats, my uncle would laugh and call us a bunch of “city-slickers.”
My aunt died over the weekend and I will miss her. That is her, above, with my father on the running board of my grandfather’s Model T.
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That’s a beautiful reminiscence Paul