|My mother with her parents, long ago and far away.|
Aunt Harriet was a loon. She never married, living alone somewhere in Brooklyn and commuting by subway to her job as office manager for an accounting firm in lower Manhattan. She collected (stole) rubber bands and red and blue colored pencils from her office, which she then distributed as gifts to all of the cousins at Hanukah. She did this every year, as if we needed more by then. The pencils were held together with the rubber bands. She often wore a hat with a giant rhinestone flower on it and a veil that came halfway down her face, keeping it on even indoors like some sort of fading movie star.
|Ghostly Aunt Rose|
Uncle Benny was a fast-talker and most likely a gambler. He definitely did something illegal and was always very well-dressed. His wife was stylish and good-looking and all the cousins loved her. A true favorite at holiday gatherings, Ethel wore her bleached blonde hair in an upswept do, usually with a colorful scarf worked into it. She seemed slightly foreign, like from another country, maybe Mongolia or someplace with gypsies, but I never knew where. I adored her and thus was always a gypsy at Halloween, inspired by Aunt Ethel.
Uncle Morris and The Twins, Aunt Beverly and the other one, possibly Lucille -- I never remembered her name but I think she was one of the cancer victims -- weren't around much. I'm thinking they lived in California. They showed up every few years for some must-see wedding or funeral.
Of course they're all dead now, as are my parents. I wish ghosts were real; I'd love to hang out with them.