Memories of Mary and the day the gypsies came to town

A Whimsical Nana

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I was a 5 generation baby as were my daughters and grandchildren.  Having elderly people in my life was the norm and it wasn’t until I became a parent that this generational gift was fully appreciated.  One of my greatest blessings was my Aunt Mary.  A constant figure in my life, and now in my memories.  It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I saw with clarity what a gem she really was. You see, Aunt Mary was my great, great, aunt.  Far enough from my bloodline to be just a face with a name in some families but more like a bonus grandma for me.

I asked my mother once how it was that our family was closer to Aunt Mary than the other branches of relatives were.  “Aunt Mary was a safe haven for your father when he was growing up and they have always had a…

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