Question

write a letter to your aunt for read an adventure story recently

Answer 1

This is one of a series of letters from the
public to someone special in their lives.
How do you thank someone who has been
such an important and influential person in
your life? I am only hoping these words and
the sharing of wonderful memories will go
some way in conveying my heartfelt gratitude
for your love, support and presence.
You were so very good to us as children,
offering wonderful holidays in your home in
sunny Nelson. We would fly across to you
from Wellington in the 1960s in a very noisy
DC aeroplane, sucking furiously on sweets,
and swallowing hard to stay the tortuous trip of
earache. We did not seem to mind because
we would be embarking on a big adventure
when you picked us up at the airport in your
fawn, soft-top Mini.
How we all managed to fit into your car I do
not know. Hayley, Jamie, Steve and I piled
into the back seat - you were about eight
months pregnant with Campbell - and you still
seemed to have so much time, energy, and
enthusiasm for us kids.
We loved going with you to the fruit and vege
stalls that were dotted around Atawhai. Being
city kids this was a great amusement for us,
as we had never experienced leaving money
in an honesty box before. We would all pile
into that little car, loaded up to the gunnels
with pumpkins bigger than us, huge heads of
cabbage and fruit, and sometimes I had the
privilege of sitting in the front seat, holding the
eggs, very gingerly, that were still warm from
the local chook farm.
I do remember how much time you spent
cooking and baking for us, and to this day no-
one can make a chicken curry like you do.
Summer holidays were long and hot. Special
treats like hokey pokey icecreams melted and
ran down our arms and faces faster than we
could eat them.
Your specialty was haircuts. Very short ones
at that. You were an Edward Scissorhands
with those electric shears. My lovely long pig
tails disappeared in flash, to be replaced with
a pudding bowl haircut. I did not mind this at
all, as I hated spending hours having the knots
combed out of my hair. I rather liked looking
like a boy for a change.
At age 6, dress-ups were a favorite past-time
of mine. Hayley and I would rummage through
your frilly nighties and we would spend many
hours playing at being a bride, and practising
elaborate wedding ceremonies with Steve and
Jamie being the reluctant groomsmen, while
you filmed us with your 8-millimetre camera.
You encouraged us to toboggan down the
hillside of tall dry grass at the back of your
property on large pieces of cardboard. You
even showed us how to sprinkle the hill
lavishly with talcum powder, as that would
make us go really fast.
Steve and I also loved the fishing expeditions
that you organised, out on your boat with
Uncle Ian. The snapper we caught were
plentiful, and we had them for breakfast, lunch
and dinner. They tasted even more delicious
because we had caught them.
I admired your adventurous spirit.
At age 70 you travelled to India with me and
several others. You were the consummate
intrepid traveller, willing to try the bizarre and
unusual.
To me, dear Aunty Maur, you will always be
known for your love of children. For keeping
us entertained for hours with wondrous stories
that helped me appreciate the mystery that
sits at the heart of life.
For being a very involved mother to your own
children, and most favorite aunt to us.
With much love, Your niece