I have so many memories of my Aunt Holly, so many little things that make me think of her. My earliest memory is seeing her sitting in the black and white kitchen, with either a baby Tim or Kris on her lap. He was probably 9 or 10 months old and crying uncontrollably. She turned him upside down and bounced him on her lap on his head- and it worked, he loved it. I remember my mom and her laughing so hard. Of course, they were always laughing hysterically over one thing or another. I remember thinking how much fun her house was.
The smell of pickles makes me think of that black and white kitchen. The last Thanksgiving I spent with her ended with our moms cracking up over a jar of pickles they found. Don't really know why that was so funny to them, but it was. When I buy corn on the cob on the road I think of your dad running into the back neighbor's yard to take corn and your mom cracking up on the back porch, but trying to be quiet. I remember Yuma and her inspecting my mother's "hematoma" on her naked behind. Bumper and I laughed so hard because we thought she made that term up. It became one of our favorite insults (You are such a hematoma!). I can still picture Jeremy running into the room yelling "I saw mom looking at Aunt Nan's bum!"
I remembering her paying Tiffany and I to do chores around the house so we could get new outfits to go out "searching for men". She even gave us extra money for the tax. She always thought about the little details.
I always laugh thinking of the summer I came to stay and how she sent us to the school to have "boat lunch" everyday. I loved Boat Lunch!
I loved spending Fourth of July in Utah. I remember a flower firework "jumping" into the kitchen from the outside porch and Holly swatting it out with a broom.
Thanksgiving is not the same without her orange mashed potatoes and pistachio salad.
There were a million little things, but most of all I remember her laughing all the time. She made everything fun.
Love,
Angie Diaz Nielsen
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