Memory from Long Ago

As I sit back and reflect I recall an aunt of mine who lived in a small tiny little house. You see, her father had been hurt terribly when black Tuesday that started the great depression struck. They were rather wealthy and lost everything and her own father jumped from a tall building to his death. So she grew up rather humble and frugal and never really had a lot because she did not want a lot.

Her home was rather simple and as I recall her kitchen it was as well. There were no modern appliances or fancy gadgets. She lived without electricity and enjoyed her simple life. I loved to visit with my parents as it always seemed homey. Her home was one I was never afraid to visit and I always had a great time. The cook stove was gas, her heat source was as well. Candles and kerosene lamps were used to light the home so it was pretty dim within those walls.

In the living room sat an old frumpy comfortable couch and chair adorned with quilts that she had made. Her kitchen had a small table that hosted 4 wooden chairs. Her cupboards were open faced and hosted glass dishes of decades ago. The cook stove was rather large in size and always seemed to warm the entire home. A pump outside the kitchen door stood ready when water was needed for cooking or bathing.

Often when we visited the aroma coming from the kitchen was delightful. Next to the kitchen door stood a table of her treasures. They were simple nick knacks but meant the world to her. To a small girl they were treasures as well. The memories of her and this house will always hopefully be present in my mind. I recall sitting many times with her on that frumpy old couch having a talk as she used to call it.


Thank you for visiting with us today and reading about a memory of a favorite relative. Do you have stories to share?? Please leave a comment and let me know