Remembering Aunt Ellen
I have been blessed to have six aunts; my dad's three sisters, his two brothers' wives, and my mom's only sister, Aunt Ellen. All have been an important part of my entire life, to some degree or another. Aunt Ellen is gone now, after an extended illness and a brief stint in a much-hated nursing home. Since she never married, she was always present for every holiday and family celebration. For that reason, I may have known her a little better than some of my other aunts. Aunt Ellen was my godmother when I was baptized at the age of three months. When I was three or four, Ellen painted my fingernails pink. When I was a little older, she often transported Dan and Laura and me from Grandma's and Grandpa's house in Bloomfield, back to Lincoln, where Mom and Dad picked us up and took us the rest of the way home to Fairbury. She always attended our Christmas programs. She played cards and Scrabble with us, bought pearls for Laura and me, and ga...