Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Aunt Ella
My dad had a sister that was less than an immaculate housekeeper. Every summer, we'd go to St. Paul to visit the grandparents and aunts and uncles. I usually ended up staying at this aunt's house because I wanted to be with my cousin. Even as a kid I knew that beds shouldn't smell stale (they should be April fresh, like mine), dish rags were not supposed to be slimey, and dog hair was not an acceptable garnish for ice cream. Later, at home, if I did a sloppy job on dishes or didn't make my bed, Mother would say, "Okay, Aunt Ella", and I'd straighten right up!
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