Today marks the one year passing of Aunt Ginny. She was a beautiful soul filled with love for her family and friends. I will always be grateful to her (and to Aunt Arlene) for her care of Mom after their mother Amanda died. Ginny not only was a sister to Mom but also gave her love and guidance when she needed it most.
My favorite story about Aunt Ginny involves when Dad picked up Mom for their first official date while she was living at Aunt Ginny’s house, and Mom greeted him with a smile and a bag of chocolate chip cookies. For years Dad asked Aunt Ginny who had baked the cookies, and her answer was always “I’ll never tell.” When Dad and I visited Aunt Ginny in the hospital last summer after mom had passed, Dad asked Aunt Ginny again who had baked the cookies. Her response was as always “I’ll never tell.”
About an hour later, Aunt Ginny suddenly said “Lillian baked the cookies.” Dad asked “And now the really important question — did any other boys get chocolate chip cookies on their first date?” Aunt Ginny emphatically responded “No! you were the only one!” And we all had a good laugh.