The funny thing is, she knows more about my family history than I do - I didn't know that the name I knew her mother (my aunt) by was not her first or second Christian name but her third, and she actually had the same names as my grandmother (her mother), which caused a lot of confusion during the tracing process.
Just thinking about my aunt has brought back a lot of memories - I went to stay with her when I was about 3, and I clearly remember the house, the downstairs bathroom, the garden, and the red rocking-chair that I used to sit in whilst I listened to stories on the record-player (78's ), particularly Sparky and the Magic Piano, which I found on YT yesterday and found I still know a lot of the words to
And the piggy-bank she sent me for my birthday which was a treasured possession until my mother smashed it
*sigh*
It's knowing how much to say and how much not to
Just thinking about my aunt has brought back a lot of memories - I went to stay with her when I was about 3, and I clearly remember the house, the downstairs bathroom, the garden, and the red rocking-chair that I used to sit in whilst I listened to stories on the record-player (78's ), particularly Sparky and the Magic Piano, which I found on YT yesterday and found I still know a lot of the words to
And the piggy-bank she sent me for my birthday which was a treasured possession until my mother smashed it
*sigh*
It's knowing how much to say and how much not to
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