Tuesday, November 24, 2020
It is with great sorrow that I received the news of my Aunt Mary's death. Growing up she was the only Aunt that I had in the USA. In fact, Sylvia and Rosanne were the only cousins I ever really knew . As a child I always felt welcome in Aunt Mary's home on Newcomb Ave. and loved all the deer heads and the cuckoo clock which I remember as dominating the decor of the small living room as was the beautiful stuffed pheasants. I think there may have also have been a live pheasant or two and some quail in the pens in the backyard. But mostly I remember her as a kind, strong and proud woman, who knew how to laugh and seemed always happy. She was conversant with the hunting exploits of uncle Tony and was always proud when that went well. Mostly I remember her voice that was so bright and welcoming. I have always regretted that time and distance did not permit me to remain close, but I personally always remembered her fondly. Time unfortunately creates its own distance as does differences in geography and age . I know that she bravely dealt with health problems toward the end of her life, so tht the spunk I remember for as a child, she retained until the end. In any case, I will miss her in many ways and I sincerely offer my cousins, Sylvia and Roseanne and their families my love and my condolences. Unfortunately, I will not be able to be with you during these days, though my brother Ken will be there and keep me in touch. You will all be in my thoughts and prayers.
