Day 14 of NaBloPoMo/My Aunt Anna (cont.)

Anna and MarionWhen Anna came alone to visit, she usually gave my Mother a lot of advice about how to run her life and raise her family.  After she left one day, my Mother groaned and said, “I am so sick of listening to her give me advice.  I wish she would not come so often.”  So being an outspoken ten year old, one day when Anna was at our house and started to give advice to my Mother, I piped up with, “Why don’t you mind your own business and not come over so often?”

Well, Anna was incensed!  She slowly raised her arm, which had an umbrella at the end of it, and approached me.  Her eyes ablaze, her nostrils flaring!  I ducked behind my Mother.  My Mother grabbed Anna’s hand and took the umbrella and asked her to leave.  That was a close call for me and one of the many times my Mother would save me from God knows what!  Anna was insulted and huffed out the door then.  Needless to say, we did not see Anna for awhile after that.  I guess the story became legend in the family as my Uncle John said to me one day when he was visiting, “I heard you told your Aunt Anna off the other day.”  He had a sly grin on his face.

Anna couldn’t stay away too long though, as she loved my Mother’s cooking and she loved to eat.  Months later when she was over for dinner, the main course being pork chops, one of her favorites.  And they of course, had a wonderful aroma especially with onions the way my Mother cooked them.   Anna wasn’t exactly a quiet eater.  So she was going at the chops very noisily and obviously enjoying herself.

When all of a sudden a scream escaped her throat!  Our little kitten had latched onto Anna’s greasy hand and was licking it, the smell of the pork being too much for him to handle.  Anna had put her hand down without wiping the grease off it.  So still screaming and in order to get the cat off,  she shook her hand and the kitten went flying!  The kitten still howling ran outside and confusion reigned for awhile.   Anna had a few scratches on her hand and she was moaning and groaning until Mother put a clean plate in front of her.  Things did settle down after a bit and we all went back to our dinner.  The kitten was okay though, just a little scared but he avoided Anna after that time.

To be continued.

DAY 13 OF NaBloPoMo/STORY

 

MY AUNT ANNA

My Aunt Anna was a no nonsense woman.  From my earliest memories, that was the one thing that stood out.  Anna didn’t mince words.  Either she liked you or she didn’t and if she didn’t you were painfully aware of it.  I knew she liked me.  Probably because of the similarities in our dispositions.  Strong and stubborn.

Anna never married and probably just as well, my Mother used to say.  In an era where women either got married or were considered an old maid, she was the latter.  Not that she didn’t have boyfriends although no one was breaking the door down to get to Anna.  She had a steady man in her life when she was young.

That was Jim and they were together a lot.  Jim was a quiet man, not unlike Anna herself.  They would come to our house on Sundays and always bring ice cream or some other treat.  So of course we kids liked them.  They would usually sit and chat with my Mother while my sisters and I would polish off the treats.  I always liked when they came, mostly for the treats. They would never stay very long and when they left my Mother would usually say, “they are a couple of strange ducks.”  I never knew what that meant but I thought it wasn’t very good.  But as long as they brought the treats I liked them.

Anna always talked in a gruff voice and had a strange sense of humor.  She would laugh when no one else was laughing and she made a strange sound when she laughed.  She did most of the talking when they were at our house and Jim would offer a grunt occasionally.  Everyone in the family thought they would marry one day.  She had a flat in the city and he lived with his mother, taking care of her in her old age.  He was the typical Irish oldest son, taking care of Mother.  Anna and Jim went on like this for some 20 years.

She would always say to me, “make sure you marry an Irishman!”  Whereupon I would reply, “not if he was the last man on earth.  No Irishmen for me!”  I was referring of course to my Father who had left us high and dry when we were small children.  Even so, Anna didn’t like it when I rejected the Irish men out of hand.

To be continued.

Day 14 of NaBloPoMo/My Aunt Anna (cont.)

Anna and MarionWhen Anna came alone to visit, she usually gave my Mother a lot of advice about how to run her life and raise her family.  After she left one day, my Mother groaned and said, “I am so sick of listening to her give me advice.  I wish she would not come so often.”  So being an outspoken ten year old, one day when Anna was at our house and started to give advice to my Mother, I piped up with, “Why don’t you mind your own business and not come over so often?”

Well, Anna was incensed!  She slowly raised her arm, which had an umbrella at the end of it, and approached me.  Her eyes ablaze, her nostrils flaring!  I ducked behind my Mother.  My Mother grabbed Anna’s hand and took the umbrella and asked her to leave.  She was insulted and huffed out the door.  Needless to say, we did not see Anna for awhile after that.  I guess the story became legend in the family as my Uncle John said to me one day when he was visiting, “I heard you told your Aunt Anna off the other day.  He had a sly grin on his face.

Anna couldn’t stay away too long though, as she loved my Mother’s cooking and she loved to eat.  So one day when she was over for dinner, the main course was pork chops.  One of her favorites.  And they of course, had a wonderful aroma.   Anna wasn’t exactly a quiet eater.  So she was going at the chops very noisily and obviously enjoying herself.

When all of a sudden a scream escaped her throat!  Our little kitten had latched onto Anna’s greasy hand and was licking it, the smell of the pork being too much for him to handle.  Anna had put her hand down without wiping the grease off it.  So still screaming and in order to get the cat off,  she shook her hand and the kitten went flying!  The kitten still howling ran outside and confusion reigned for awhile.  Things did settle down after a bit and we all went back to our dinner.  The kitten was okay though, just a little scared but he avoided Anna after that time.  She got the worst of the battle, with several scratches.

To be continued.

DAY 13 OF NaBloPoMo/STORY

Anna and Marion

MY AUNT ANNA

My Aunt Anna was a no nonsense woman.  From my earliest memories, that was the one thing that stood out.  Anna didn’t mince words.  Either she liked you or she didn’t and if she didn’t you were painfully aware of it.  I knew she liked me.  Probably because of the similarities in our dispositions.  Strong and stubborn.

Anna never married and probably just as well, my Mother used to say.  In an era where women either got married or were considered an old maid, she was the latter.  Not that she didn’t have boyfriends although no one was breaking the door down to get to Anna.  She had a steady man in her life when she was young.

That was Jim and they were together a lot.  Jim was a quiet man, not unlike Anna herself.  They would come to our house on Sundays and always bring ice cream or some other treat.  So of course we kids liked them.  They would usually sit and chat with my Mother while me and my sisters would polish off the treats.  I always liked when they came, mostly for the treats. They would never stay very long and when they left my Mother would usually say, “they are a couple of strange ducks.”  I never knew what that meant but I thought it wasn’t very good.  But as long as they brought the treats I liked them.

Anna always talked in a gruff voice and had a strange sense of humor.  She would laugh when no one else was laughing and she made a strange sound when she laughed.  She did most of the talking when they were at our house and Jim would offer a grunt occasionally.  Everyone in the family thought they would marry one day.  She had a flat in the city and he lived with his mother, taking care of her in her old age.  He was the typical Irish oldest son, taking care of Mother.  Anna and Jim went on like this for some 20 years.

She would always say to me, “make sure you marry an Irishman!”  Whereupon I would reply, “not if he was the last man on earth.  No Irishmen for me!”  I was referring of course to my Father who had left us high and dry when we were small children.  Even so, Anna didn’t like it when I rejected the Irish men out of hand.

To be continued.