Learning to Work and Loving it.
Left alone to raise five children, while her husband was in the US army on overseas duty, My Aunt Luceal was always busy.
With babies to care for, laundry to do, and a house to keep, she was never showed us anything but a loving sweet attitude.
Not one of us ever realized how tiring and over whelming her jobs must have been.
Not having enough money to make ends meet, she also took in Ironing and babysat for others on week days.
As an eight year old child , nothing pleased me more than to get to spend the night at Aunt Luceal's house.
Of course it meant you shared a bed with at least two other children, or slept on a pallet in the floor, but even that was fun.
We ate lots of 'goolouash', which was like spaghetti,i served with macaroni instead of spaghetti noodles, and we had homemade biscuits with honey. If we were good, we could pop some corn for a bedtime snack.
Watching the babies sit on her lap at nap time was among my fondest memories of her. She would hold two at a time, and she would sing or tell stories while she rocked.
Those of us who were too old and large to sit on her lap waited patiently for them to fall
Asleep, then helped as she quietly laid them down so we could have our time with her,
She taught me how to croquet and knit and how to cut out material for a dress by using a pattern.
Part of my jobs included watering her flowers, and shinning all of the glass in the door panels.
As I grew, she showed me how to sprinkle the clothes and roll them for the ironing basket.
We were her helpers!
Many times we were allowed to care for the younger ones, keeping them safe from crawling off the special rug where their toys were placed.
Dusting contest, would earn the winner a cup of marshmallows.
Sometimes, if we were careful, we were allowed to dry dishes and put them away.
Little did I know what we did was work, it was playing house or being a helper.
Her love was so overwhelming; there was never a time when we felt in the way.
No one was disappointed or pushed out because we were always needed.
The times we helped, and completed our job well, we were rewarded by getting to go outside and play in the yard under the shade tree.
We could take a blanket and some Kool-Aid with glasses of tin. That was to save us from having to run in and out of the house all of the time. We did not want to wake the babies up by making the door slam.
If there were no arguments or 'fussing', we could play all afternoon, but if there was any trouble we could not play together the next day.
She seemed to always listen to what we wanted to talk about, and understand the smallest problem or the toughest one.
If she could not solve our problem she at least understood, and had enough compassion to make us feel like things would be alright.
Mother was my dearest friend, but if she ever had to go away it would have been alright, as long as I could stay with Aunt Louceal.
To this day I am not sure if I am closer to my siblings or my cousins because my aunt always treated us just the same. We were all loved and cared for just as if we were her very own
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