Treasured Great Aunts.
By Meg Carney. When I was growing up, I had two great aunts who I dearly loved and who were a constant presence in my life. They were always there, in the big stone house down by the river, one block away from the centre of town. My family and I visited them regularly and sometimes stayed with them. When my brothers and sisters and I were very young my mother would drop us off to their house while she … Continue reading