Favorite Uncles and Aunts

I had no aunts or uncles. My dad was an only child and my mom’s 2 brothers died before we were born. No cousins either. It’s something I wish I could have experienced
My dad was one of 11 kids. Hard to believe, right?

Oddly, I only met 3 of them, 2 aunts and an uncle, and that was when I was just a tot. They didn't like my mom because she wasn't "white" (she was Italian and Portuguese and her grandmother was Black.) My Dad's people are French & Irish. His parents, Grammy and Gramps, not only loved my mom, they let us live with them for 10 years...basically all during my childhood. And it was an awesome childhood. (on a dairy farm)
 
I loved my Uncle Norman. My father and he grew up together from the age of 11. He was my father's best man at their wedding. When he used to visit us, he would always bring us a chocolate bar each. When we got engaged, he took us to the Australia Hotel, one of the grandest hotels in Sydney for a lovely meal. When he died, I was so sad, and his nephews asked me to do the eulogy for him. About a year later I received a letter from a solicitor saying I was named in his will together with his nephews. I was totally shocked as he never mentioned this. Although he wasn't related by blood, he will always be my "favourite uncle".
 

That would be my great-aunt.

Born in 1892, married at 14, a mother at 15. She was separated from her husband a few years later (but never divorced) when he wanted to move to California and she didn't.

She was a true "Renaissance Woman". She was a career woman, bought a house and owned a car when very few women even drove. She started going to college in her early 70's.

She took no guff from anyone, but she was loving to me. She told me that I could be and do anything I wanted to, as long as I was willing to work hard and learn all I could.

She did despair of ever convincing me not to wear bluejeans at the dinner table, chew gum and blow bubbles in public and whistle music. (She could, however, emit a very loud whistle to alert a taxi when needed.)
 
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Holy cow! There's a freaking castle there...in Ione, CA. I've been in Ione. You'd think I would have noticed it. 🥸

"In 1890, the 230 acre parcel of land where the Preston Castle stands was purchased from the Ione Coal & Iron Company for $30 per acre with 100 acres donated. The land was purchased to house the Preston School of Industry, established by the State Legislature as a progressive action toward rehabilitating, rather than simply imprisoning, juvenile offenders."

preston castle.jpg

(sorry for going off-topic)
 
I loved my Uncle Norman. My father and he grew up together from the age of 11. He was my father's best man at their wedding. When he used to visit us, he would always bring us a chocolate bar each. When we got engaged, he took us to the Australia Hotel, one of the grandest hotels in Sydney for a lovely meal. When he died, I was so sad, and his nephews asked me to do the eulogy for him. About a year later I received a letter from a solicitor saying I was named in his will together with his nephews. I was totally shocked as he never mentioned this. Although he wasn't related by blood, he will always be my "favourite uncle".
Did he leave you Millions £££'s ?... do you know I've always liked you Oscash... :sneaky::LOL::love:
 
Did he leave you Millions £££'s ?... do you know I've always liked you Oscash... :sneaky::LOL::love:
Ha ha. No, it wasn't millions but enough to share it with my sons and hubby. and pay off a couple of bills. Like you too Holly. :love: Did you hear about the man in Adelaide who won Australia's richest Lotto the other day. I think it was $150. million dollars. Wonder what he plans to do with it, maybe I can send him your details, you never know your luck.
 
Ha ha. No, it wasn't millions but enough to share it with my sons and hubby. and pay off a couple of bills. Like you too Holly. :love: Did you hear about the man in Adelaide who won Australia's richest Lotto the other day. I think it was $150. million dollars. Wonder what he plans to do with it, maybe I can send him your details, you never know your luck.
£150 million...good lord. You could live high on the hog on just the interest alone for the rest of your life.. wow !
 
My dad was one of 11 kids. Hard to believe, right?

Oddly, I only met 3 of them, 2 aunts and an uncle, and that was when I was just a tot. They didn't like my mom because she wasn't "white" (she was Italian and Portuguese and her grandmother was Black.) My Dad's people are French & Irish. His parents, Grammy and Gramps, not only loved my mom, they let us live with them for 10 years...basically all during my childhood. And it was an awesome childhood. (on a dairy farm)
what was hard to believe ?..my father was the 3rd eldest of 16 kids... his mother my grandmother started having kids in 1920... and was still having them in 1946...
 
My dad was one of 11 kids. Hard to believe, right?

Oddly, I only met 3 of them, 2 aunts and an uncle, and that was when I was just a tot. They didn't like my mom because she wasn't "white" (she was Italian and Portuguese and her grandmother was Black.) My Dad's people are French & Irish. His parents, Grammy and Gramps, not only loved my mom, they let us live with them for 10 years...basically all during my childhood. And it was an awesome childhood. (on a dairy farm)

My dad was one of 11 kids. Hard to believe, right?

Oddly, I only met 3 of them, 2 aunts and an uncle, and that was when I was just a tot. They didn't like my mom because she wasn't "white" (she was Italian and Portuguese and her grandmother was Black.) My Dad's people are French & Irish. His parents, Grammy and Gramps, not only loved my mom, they let us live with them for 10 years...basically all during my childhood. And it was an awesome childhood. (on a dairy farm)
Eleven kids is a lot of children. I just finished telling my husband and he said when he was growing up, he was classmates with two students who had 18 siblings. I personally can’t wrap my head around it.

Living on a farm is a healthy upbringing. Early to rise early to bed. It’s great that your father’s family accepted you. So you had ten aunts and uncles. Thats truly fabulous.
 
Didn't really know extended family till after i was 10 (parents divorced and Mom took me up north). Luckily Mom was close to my paternal Grandma, Nell, and that gave me access to my aunts/uncles on that side. I often babysat younger cousins. Adored my Grandma Nell. Hard working class Irish woman.

On Dad's side Aunt Elinor was my favorite. Very down to earth, never raised her voice except to call us in from outside play but scolded us when we messed up without yelling or drama. On Mom's side Aunt Madeline, her eldest sibling, was my favorite---very different from Aunty El outwardly-- a cosmopolitan career woman who didn't marry till in her 40's.

She reminded me of my Dad in that she never talked down to my cousin Dennis (via the Mom's other older sister) she explained things to us. Every spring break she would pick us up and take us to het Jersey Shore beach house for the week. We met a lot of interesting adults of all kinds, most of whom would have real conversations with us too.

The only uncle i really liked was Emil, Dennis' Dad. He kind quiet spoken but when his wife my Aunt Ann was being hypercritical of others--sounding like our cold hypercritical maternal G'ma he.would quietly but firmly say 'That's enough, Ann.' And she'd stop for that visit at least.
 
had one fav aunt who above all others would spoil is with ice-creams and chocolates etc and the remaining adults always hated her for it and as far as I can recall no family members turned up at her funeral - see what can happen when you spoil kids too much they caste you as the wicked witch?
 
My favorite Aunt when I was young was my Aunt Margie and my favorite uncle was Uncle Joe. I had 4 Aunts and 2 uncles and I recall them all being very nice. They've been gone a very long time. It will be nice when I see them all again.
 


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