Quote from: Blazor post_id=488068 time=1671213716 user_id=2221Quote from: Dove post_id=488059 time=1671212569 user_id=3266
Awwww. Yeah I was raised by my grandma and her sister (my great aunt) would take me a lot. She lived on farmlands in Troy (which is now suburbs). I used to cry to go with her.
So I've always loved escaping the city lol
Lol, awww, same. I LOVED my great aunt, and she still my favorite family member. I'll be so sad when she goes.
Her place as a kid seemed like going to the country, but it wasnt lol. Was just a primitive spot, with woods, a river, horse stalls, hay lofts, horse field, etc. After the flood, it became woods. Nothin there but woods now. You would never know there was any big ol' old timey buildings there. We called it The Barn lol.
I loved my great aunt Louise. She had 50 livers and 20 kidneys and could out-drink any man in the fam, until she couldn't. I spent a few years visiting her every week. My parents never did by that point. Some falling out shit or other.
They never discouraged me but they were definitely against seeing her, which was funny, because they were so tight. I didn't care though.
Louise waa a very caustic sort. Lovely but a bitch. Yet she curbed her tongue in my presence. I suggested the name for my daughter and got a resounding FU from the wife..
Louise was Irish blood and kept at home on a farm until her hubby carked it. Great Uncle Jim stopped her from getting a driver's licence until he passed. Once he was gone, she butterflied.