Friends and family,
I'm sorry that I won't be able to attend the services. But that possibility was precluded by prior commitments. And, truth be told, I'd rather just remember than to attend services. They never add up to a whole life... And, I think, if anyone has one, Nelly had a whole life
Nellie's mother died before her time leaving Nellie, as the oldest daughter, to become a mother figure for the family. With three brothers and one sister (my mother) in the house, that surely must have been a formative time in her life.
She seemed to have accepted the job, and to have done it well. Nellie obviously cared about my mother. Nellie's role as substitute mother for my mom seemed to continue for decades, sometimes to the point that my mother would complain. Looking at the mail,my mother was capable of saying, "Oh No! Another letter from Nellie! Now I owe her one..." But I could see the love.
For everything from raising unruly children when she was a child herself, to putting in a garden; from baking a cake with the gooey white frosting that I loved, to playing cards, Nellie wanted to do the best job she could do.
I remember one summer when I was home from college. It was announced that we were going to see Aunt Nellie and Uncle Earl. I went along, expecting to be bored. But then I was invited to play cards with the "old folks". I had come of age!
At the time I was a bit full of myself. I had learned to play Bridge, and was convinced that I could show these folks a thing or two. Wrong! Not only did my parents eat me alive, but Nellie and Earl beat the smithereens out of all of us!
I learned that humility, properly mixed with a desire to do things right, is a good recipe for life.
Thanks Aunt Nelly,
And good-by.
--del