I used to have an Aunt Joan, he was our mom’s sibling, and he was our number one aunt.
Even when I was a kid, he was old, although he was an absolute delight, however his partner wasn’t exactly nice to her, and our mother despised him for that, and i didn’t realize that at the time, then anyway, I loved to go to Aunt Joan’s beach house back in the afternoon, however whenever both of us showed up at his door, he would regularly make such a huge fuss over me.
She would offer myself and others some kind of sweet – whether it was candy or cookies or whatnot. Sometimes, I would go over there and both of us would make fresh cookies with one another. Hardly anyone else liked going to his house, though, because the beach house did not have air conditioner. Now, I am talking way south in the most southern state in the nation, and there was no air conditioner, my mom thought there was no a/c because his partner was too much of a cheapskate to have Heating and A/C put in. For a good part of the time, he left our aun there in the house, and he went off doing whatever it was he liked to do. I’m sure wherever he went, there was a/c in abundance. Aunt Bet used to appreciate to come to my residence. Both of us did not have truly much cash at all, as our Mom passed away when I was only several years old. There were sixof us teenagers, so of course finances were problematic. I know occasionally our mom struggled to pay the utility bill, but even with that being said, both of us still used the air conditioner. The two of us lived in a mobile lake beach house in a trailer park for a couple of years, and even the mobile lake beach house had air conditioner. I miss our aunt Bet; I bet there is a/c in his section of heaven.