“Dear Aunt Edith,
Tell me about yourself.”
Wow. I’m flattered.
Edith Grace was born on April 18, in a year in which I struggle to remember. She was raised on a farm in Kentucky in which she tended the goats and chickens daily. On a dreadful day in November, her parents went out riding Bessie, the beautiful brown horse that Edith would groom every other day. Bessie tripped over a root and fell, sending her parents flying. Bessie crashed into a thorn and died. Mr. and Mrs. Grace buried the horse in the backyard, and every time Edith went out to play, she just saw a mound of dirt staring back at her.
Soon enough, depression got the better of her. When she was eight, she ran away to an orphanage, where a lovely family adopted her. Her new parents were very nice, and the little boy and girl that were in the family were even nicer. Edith was very happy here, but she knew her real parents probably missed her.
One day, her mother received a phone call. “Edith,” she called. “Yes, Momma?” Edith replied. “Someone would like to talk to you.” Edith accepted the phone from her mother. “Hello?” Edith asked. “Edith? Is that you?” Edith would know that voice from anywhere. Sure, it’d been two full years, but Edith knew it was her real mother on the phone. “Mom?” Edith and her real mother talked for hours, then her real mother wanted to talk to her new mother.
Her new mother talked to her real mother then cupped her hand over the mouthpiece. “Edith, your mother and I agree that you should move back in with her.” Edith cried, “No! I can’t bear to see the grave of my old horse, Bessie, again!” Her new mother exchanged more words with her real mother. She hung up the phone. “Your parents are selling the farm and moving to the east coast. They want to know if you’ll move there with them.”
Edith was torn. She loved her new family. She had no siblings in her old family. But she knew she belonged with her old family, so she agreed to move in with them in Massachusetts.
Edith’s old and new families met and Edith bid her new family farewell. She set off with her parents to Massachusetts, a new state… and a new life?
Edith moved to a small town called Tyngsborough, which had more spellings than it did people. She quickly adjusted to Tyngsborough Middle School, and she made so many friends. High school began and ended, and college was ahead of her. Edith applied to several colleges, but only one accepted her. Northeastern University in Boston gave her a full scholarship. She didn’t move that far from her parents and could come home regularly.
Edith met a fabulous man at Northeastern, Paul Gefilte, and dated him for two years. But upon finding love letters addressed to another girl, she dumped him and never spoke to him again. But another man, the man of Edith’s dreams, lived in the apartment down the hall from her. On one dashing day, he asked her out and she jovially said yes. She had the most joyous week and a half of her college career, until she realized that he only asked her out because her friends dared him to. Astonished, she fled the dorm.
She bumped into a man on the street as she stormed out, causing her books to crash to the ground. “For you ma’am,” the mn said, handing her her books from the ground. “Thank you,” she sniffled. “I’m Pat.” “I’m Edith.” For the next three weeks, Edith and Pat saw each other on that street corner. One day, during their conversation, he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her. “For you,” he said. She ripped open the envelope and saw tickets to an Elvis concert. Backstage tickets.
Guess what? Edith and Pat got married. But there was still something missing. She had no nieces or nephews. So late in her years, she became Aunt Edith, giving advice to children everywhere.
P.S. Enough about me, tell me about you.