My Mother spoke about her Aunt Rose, my great Aunt, with deep love and respect. I only remember the old woman, whom I liked. Mom LOVED her Aunt Rose. I was kinda suprised thinking about it that she didn’t name any of us Rose.
In going through boxes of stuff about two years ago, one of my sisters and I stumbled upon books of photographs we had never before seen. Fun photos, stuff from the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s.
This one photo of my Mom’s Aunt Rose helped me understand much more about why Mom loved her so:
I LOVE the suit. Love it. Rose is so confident there, in her man suit, standing in the muck and mud of a farm yard with out any grass. My Mom is the younger girl Rose is wrapped around, I’m enjoying Mom’s utter GLEE in being with her Aunt Rose. Jano, the older girl, looks just as happy. This was taken sometime during the Depression.
Also, I really love Mom’s wrinkly kneed tights.