I love your Aunt Jane and the way you celebrate all that was good in her, even while acknowledging she was difficult, hot-tempered, prone to bouts of depression, reviled by others - but not you! - for you, the goodness in her was unmissable, though everyone else seemed to miss it. Not see it. Not love this woman unconditionally.
You really show us how we can spend time with a dreaded family member, the "toxic" aunt in today's lingo, and how you learned so much from her and internalized so many good memories of that home on the lake. And that aunt who opened her doors to so many nieces and nephews and siblings. How sad that became a "laughing stock" - she, "the most loyal" person in your lives.
Now I'll be calling upon the soul of Aunt Jane when I set off on my lonely meadow walks.
Walk with me - join me - I invite whatever kind spirits may be capable of hearing me.

Bruni (@wonderwop) was a cradle Catholic, so I have fewer qualms about inviting him into my daily meditations (i.e., the Rosary. I know. I know. Don't laugh. One mantra is as good as another, right?)

Your aunt and your mother grew up "motherless and/or abandoned" - well, here's another one to unpack! If you've already blogged about it, please send links. :)

Love these stories of Lake Owasco and your vivid portraits of family. Thank you. You're brightened many a dark day with these images from your rich and colorful childhood.