This post, Paying Homage To A Special Aunt, is truly written from the heart. My aunt Jane is one of a kind!
Let me make this crystal clear: I love all of my aunts. I really do. They are all special one-of-a-kind aunts.
However, there are two aunts, one from my dad’s side of the family and one from my mom’s side, that are so dear to my heart, that I can barely write this post without tears in my eyes.
Both of these aunts were single while I was growing up, so they focused all their love and attention on their nieces and nephews. Hey, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that! 🙂
Memories Light The Corners of My Mind
There are so many memories flooding my mind, that I only hope I can give this post the justice it so deserves.
Let’s grab a cup of coffee and talk about Aunt Jane, shall we? Oh, but I never called her aunt, just Jane. This was not done out of disrespect, mind you. It was done because she just looked and acted far too young to be anyone’s aunt. She will remain forever 27 in my mind!
Jane is the youngest of my dad’s brothers and sisters. As a matter of fact, she is only about 15 years older than me. While I was growing up, Jane lived in Atlanta and would spend part of her summer vacation (gardening and fishing) with us. As a bonus, she spent every Christmas with us. And she gave off-the-chain Christmas gifts.
When I was a teen, I always received the big Estee Lauder (it was a lot bigger back then) special addition Christmas makeup set, along with lots and lots of other goodies, from my aunt Jane. Ahhh, I was in makeup heaven!
During the dog days of summer, my sister and I would spend a week or two in Atlanta with Jane. She would spoil us rotten.
Trying New Foods With Jane
My first preteen taste of Chinese food was with Aunt Jane. And she didn’t take us to a strip mall, either. I remember sitting in a fancy restaurant with pristine white tablecloths and the dressed-to-the-nines waiter lifting the shiny silver domes from each tray as the wonderful aroma wafted up and assailed (in a good way) my nostrils.
And if I remember correctly, my sister, Melinda, wasn’t as fond of this new-to-us cuisine. We would stop by a fast food place on the way home. I could be completely wrong but that is the memory I have. 🙂
Shopping and Underground Atlanta With Jane
We would go shopping, catch a movie or concert, visit Underground Atlanta (first strawberry daiquiri; virgin, of course???), try new and different restaurants, play cutthroat bridge and just plain have fun!
Jane didn’t treat us like children that needed to be scolded and shushed. Instead, she treated us like princesses that deserved to be pampered, petted, and introduced to a whole new world! And not only did she spoil us, but she was always kind, considerate, and attentive.
Aunt Jane Is Still Cool, Hip and Chic
In turn, we thought Jane was cool, hip, chic, mod, and sophisticated! And we thought Atlanta was the greatest place on earth. I kinda, sorta, maybe, still think that! You can take a girl out of Georgia, but you can never take Georgia out of the girl!
Alas, I grew up, got married, had kids, moved far away, came back to my southern roots (a short day’s drive away from home). And every time I hear a song by Patsy Cline, stroll by the Estee Lauder counter or eat a steamed dumpling, I think of Jane, who is still the ultimate aunt! I love you, girl! Let’s do lunch!
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