Every family has or had had an Aunt with those gifts. I hope her story reminds you of them and the wonderful example that they gave us of what a good woman and person we can be if we just recognize their incredible example.
The picture shown here is of Aunt Gen singing at a wedding in 1953 just before she married my Uncle.
The final dress is a real favorite of mine, I love the floral pattern and the fabric is very soft and slimming, especially on my arms
It took a few more Saturdays before my curiosity took over and I ventured past Broadway Raya desktop. I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday. As I passed the Times Building and stepped onto the curb on the “sin” side it was only a few store fronts before I looked into a window and saw the Premier Issue of Female Mimics on display. I was riveted to the spot. On the cover was a guy on the left and a girl on the right. In seconds I realized that they were one and the same person. I was not alone.
Last summer, on two different occasions, I had comments from strangers that illustrate my point. The first occurrence was when I was taking a short walk on a hot summer day. I was trying out a new dress and heels and I just wanted to be out and seen (see picture of me standing on bridge).
The comment I received was “I love the early 1960s vibe of this outfit/look”
I ventured out many times over the next year with none of the issues that I came across decades earlier. I was filled with joy as people accepted me for the woman I was.
As I mentioned before I was getting a two hour window Monday morning to be out in the neighborhood. For days in advance I was thinking about what to wear and where to go. I enjoy doing some planning for an adventure.
The gathers at the middle of the chest give me a really nice shape. Once I work out how to show more cleavage, I’ll be sure to attract attention and compliments for it. I did have to switch to a lower heel for these pictures, but these are very cute!
We talked about what to do since it was just us and no priest or chaplain. We decided that he would carry and place his Dad’s ashes while I did the same with my Aunt’s. We prayed silently afterward and found a local eatery to reminisce about our families and past good times. Then I headed home for the long drive back feeling good about myself for having supported my cousins and honored the memory of my Aunt and Uncle. What finally came to my mind was that of all the family and dozens of cousins in my generation, I ended up with the incredible honor of being the last family member to actually touch my Aunt Gen. I even placed her urn in the ground. She meant so much to me. Back in the 60’s she had met many of the girls that I had dated but when she met my latest girlfriend she said something that she had never said before. After she had made time to chat the girl up she took me aside and said something she had never said before. “Bobby, this one’s the keeper.” I already knew that, but getting her stamp of approval just seemed to make the possibility true. And she was correct since next April, that girl and I will celebrate our 50th Wedding Anniversary. Aunt knew who my dream girl was at first sight, just like I did. That was her super power. I believe I was her favorite nephew and I am sure that all my cousins would say the same thing about themselves. She just had that gift.