Friday, December 18, 2020
I loved my Aunt Helen as a child. Who else would serve you rye bread toast and coke for breakfast? She taught me to play cribbage (and I loved this!) would not let me win. I can recall the steam coming out my ears in frustration as she skunked me again and again. She always told me what I should have done and made me a better player. Never did win as many as she did. She taught me to make easter eggs, make spool work rugs, and to knit. She would go from being my harshest critic to my fearless defender at the drop of hat. All she wanted was for me to be my best and to be safe and happy. Her generosity and love were constants as I grew. The endless hours in preparing for holiday gatherings, cooking, feasting, cleaning, and cooking again. When I was home from college she taught me her short-order cooking tricks that I was able to employ to impress my housemates and friends when cooking breakfasts-to order. I was always welcome on her doorstep, and she was a regular stop on my bike rides. All the birthdays, Holidays, and "just because we can get together" days are endless in my memory. I will miss her.
