Aunt June

Aunt June My aunt taught me... how to be; a sewer, a grower, a knower of "things" important. She taught me to watch the pot, until it boiled and never look away. Canning strawberry jelly, and making sweet marmalade pie were the easy lessons in believing in tomorrow. Blankets made from scraps to keep the family warm in winter, kept "devotions" for another year. Dresses made of flour sacks, with corn mill colored ribbon... They were for spring. Summer was all about the garden, and planting... "seeds to fling". We had chicks for a while, until my uncle lost his job. Then we had to eat them. That was a hard lesson in cooking, "things" you keep close to the heart, Sacrifice... beyond dry tears to feed the ones you love. My uncle got sick, and then he died. June went to work, ironed for others, sewed and cooked and made their lives easy, as her's was hard. My aunt never complained. My aunt was amazing... a farm woman, from the mid-west. She could rope and ride, and she would never hide even from cancer. My Aunt was a warrior.