My Aunt Fran.....I was quite sure that I was her favorite, but grew up to realize that the other Hooker cousins and my brother and sister were also her favorites. She loved each and every one us all with all of her heart and soul. She could raise a hairbrush when we were running around or being too loud and then she would smile and we would calm down, knowing that she would never touch us with that hairbrush handle! She probably should have popped me on the hand when I was attempting to sneak the chocolate pudding from under the beautiful meringue on her pies and I still dream of the way that her table looked on a Sunday afternoon during vegetable season in the South. I heard her voice today....and it said Baby, let Aunt Fran get you some more corn or some peaches. You need to eat more than that. She called me Laura Leigh all of my life and I feel confident that I am going to hear that in a dream tonight. There was a special way that she said my name and it was packaged with compassion, devotion, concern, pure love and protection. My childhood memories are rich and include Aunt Fran and Uncle Charles Wilder and happy summer days in Fort Valley. I cant comprehend that I wont hear her voice again. RIP Mary Francis Hooker Wilder. I love you Aunt Fran......and she just whispered in my ear I love you too baby.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 03:30:15 +0000
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