It's the little things that we remember--mostly Aunt Fran's infectious smile! She loooooved to talk and laugh and talk some more, and had many stories she would tell to my Mother, Dede, and us "kids, usually around the kitchen table. When conversation was too serious or private, the kids had to leave the kitchen! (Sharon and I usually stayed the longest before we got thrown out.) Maybe you too will remember--oh, how she loved Uncle Jerry; how she disliked the color green and kitty cats (we had to hide the cat before she entered the house!); how she went right to the kitchen table and Ma would have tea ready; how she could drive and never look at the road because she was so busy looking and talking to whomever was in the passenger seat; how it took an hour to say our goodbyes. Finally, Ma would put the porch light on, shut the front door, then there was silence..."beep beep."
Love and miss you Aunt Fran,
Chris
