Not all my Mother’s sisters had nicknames…but Vivian did…she was Skippy or Skip for short.
Someone took this photo of Skip and me (My Mom) in 1949. My Mom was four years older than Aunt Skip.
She married my Uncle Theron, he was a wonderful kind man, a Korean War Veteran and he drove a Buick (red and white). I do not recall their wedding, I think it was a private ceremony.
Aunt Skip and Uncle Theron would have three children together and he ran a very successful business until he developed a brain tumor. Sometimes I would visit at meal times in the hospital because he couldn’t feed himself or speak so that you could understand. He always knew who I was I could tell by the smile in his eyes. Eventually he was moved to a Nursing Home where he would spend the rest of his days unable to care for himself. He suffered for two years before he died when he was 49 years old.
The funeral was held in this church on a very cold November day. I did not recall this church until I saw it last week.
When my Aunt Skip died 30 years years later I attended the wake and not the funeral. She had remarried…twice I think…one husband was a gold digger. She was real keen on spiritual drawings and felt the spirit moved her to draw…maybe so…but I remained skeptical. Some people need to cling to something when they have lost most everything.
Aunt Skip was a wonderful baker, she could have opened her own bakery. She made the best white frosting covered in coconut fried roll you have ever tasted…even half frozen out of her freezer they were delicious. She also made our wedding cake.
I wanted to find her gravesite. Aunt Skip was 73 years old and had some kind of cancer when she died in 2007.