I received a note from a cousin today. Her mom, my mother's sister, died last summer. This letter contains a write up of my aunt's reminiscences about their childhoods, things I have never heard before. Our family tree is one of the crazy ones, with many unexpected branches and little that moves in straight lines. Many who have read here a while know my mother died when I was 3; I spent the next three years living with her parents, at which point my grandmother died, and I went to live again... Sign in to see full entry.