Tonight I had the pleasure of spending the evening with my Aunt Helen. I have not seen her for much longer than I care to admit so being in the Washington area all week I just had to get over to see her. Being Aunt Helen, she would have nothing to do with not feeding me while I visit.
Growing up, holidays were simply excuses for the family to go spend the weekend at Jim and Helen’s, or they with us. I have so many wonderful memories of these times. My Uncle Jim’s basement was magical. He enjoyed wood and leather working and his basement was full of all kinds of tools and things. Although I do recall that there was this martian-robot thing that scared the bejeebers out of me as a kid.
It was my Uncle Jim that introduced me to the cherry slushie. He was also the only person I knew who could hold a conversation with a six year old backwards. Well, not exactly backwards, more like sideways. He would swap the order words on the fly but it always made sense to every child with whom he conversed. Jim passed away several years ago and Helen has been living by herself since. She has a son and several other friends and relatives who look in on her, take care of anything she may need and generally love on her.
I walked to the door and rang the bell. Helen opened the door and invited me in and we immediately began to talk as though we were picking up just where we left off. She is just so comfortable, and comforting, to be around. It was such a wonderful evening.