Tuesday, July 5, 2011
|Aunt Carol and Aunt Barb|
The two young women in the photo are my mother’s two younger sisters, strong female influences in my life. I am grateful to them both for their time and wisdom. I wrote about my Aunt Barb in an earlier post, and here is a brief memory of my Aunt Carol.
My mother’s youngest sibling, my Aunt Carol, was like an older sibling to me, only 12 years older. In my teen years she lived across the street from me, and became a confidant when my mother and I weren’t so close. I could run across to her house to tell her of the latest problem with friends, the recent boy I thought was cute, or to ask her opinion of an outfit I wanted to wear to a party. She was young herself, yet already busy raising three children, one boy and twin girls, but was ever ready to listen to my wonderings about high school life, the angst of a teenaged girl. She interceded for me sometimes when my parents said no to activities, giving wise advice to me to calm down and take the argument one step at a time instead of retreating to my room with door slammed. She and I were also buddy readers. She was most influential in my reading habits outside school, and a special memory is reading and discussing Gone With The Wind together. I helped her by babysitting my cousins sometimes and she helped me in those ways described above, most helpful to a teenager. Everyone needs an Aunt Carol nearby for extra support.