Goodbye Auntie Hilda

My lovely Auntie Hilda died yesterday. She was 81 and had been quite ill recently after suffering a couple of strokes.

In her time she was quite a gal... to put it mildly. There are scandalous stories that would make your hair stand on end. I'll remember her for her ready laughter and her kindness to everyone who knew her.

Edited: I just remembered that Auntie Hilda sent me this tiny photograph last year. She's the child and her father (my grandfather) is the man in the middle. It's quite an intriguing and suggestive scenario. Hilda is sitting on the lap of her aunt, who (in her words in the accompanying letter) she always hated.