Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I have memories of Aunt Harriet that were not appreciated until I was older and I could be quiet and still long enough to put the pieces together. My Mother and Harriet were good friends, sisters in heart instead of sisters in law. My Mother always knew when to draw Harriet into my life and Harriet always responded. When I was 11 years old Harriet showed up at my house on a Saturday announcing we were going bra shopping. My 'training' bra was a 'B' cup so it was very much needed and Harriet knew it could not be put off any longer. Another time she appeared with new blouses for my birthday, just before school began and they were so needed. (I really liked the green one!) In Jr. High I hurt my ankle ice skating. Dad thought I would be fine but Mom knew it needed more attention. So, guess who appeared to take me to the doctor when Dad wasn't home! Harriet took me to the doctor, I had x-rays that showed three torn ligaments. I had crutches and ace bandages for four weeks - it took years before it would not ache in the winter. Harriet and I shared our stories on the death of our baby boys on the same day, many years apart of course. I wonder how many other times she appeared to make a difference? I just know that my heart is full and I am thankful for my Aunt Harriet.
