My great aunt Effie died yesterday. She was, I think, the last living sibling of my grandfather on my dad’s side of the family. She was a typical country woman who had all kinds of talents, many of which I probably don’t even know about.
I didn’t know her very well but I did enjoy her when we were together, which was usually about once a year at the Christmas party. We would draw numbers and exchange gifts. One year, I got a basket made by her. The basket in the bottom shelf is that very one. I have used it ever since then for holding mail, diskettes and now a wide variety of things I need to get to someday. I took a quick look and her name is penciled on the bottom of the basket along with 1988, which is probably the year I won this basket at the gift exchange.
Thinking of her.