Thinking About Aunt Florida

I didn't know Aunt Florida well, due to the nomadic life we lived, but my impression was of kindness, and full on Southern Lady, old school style.

She reminded me of a bird; one of those pert, sparkly-eyed sparrows, who cock their heads in your direction and seem to sum you up in a nanosecond. She was on the tall side and always slim.

She had the snow white crown of hair that all the women in her family had/have (where I inherited mine). Her brothers, who had glorious heads of thick wavy dark hair in their youth were bald later on.

Out of the nine children born to my great grandmother, only are three left. All women.

1930