My uncle Jerome
He is my mother youngest brother who used to live with us. So he was like a big brother to me. He was the uncle who would let you do anything but if I got caught I was on my own. He had moved to Conneticut. He came down to pick my sister and me up for the summer. First he dropped us off in New Yorker to spend time with our grandma. He did not have own place yet but I thought it was cool. He took us to the Statue of Liberty and many other places. My uncle was independent. He was determined to make it on his own. He rarely asked my mother for anything that I can remember. He was always helping out.
My Aunt Ola
She is my one of my dad sister. She watched us while my mom and dad were at work. She says she gave me my name ( from a Soap Opera, Another World). She also gave my nickname Big Eyes. I loved going on her home to eat. She would have some of everything fried chicken, yams, macaroni and cheese, corn bread, potato salad and etc. I can not leave out the desert. There was always cakes and pies. She took us in as her own children. During the summer she would have us shelling peas and butter bean so she could stock up her freeze. She was determined to have a family choir. Every time we would go to my grandfather's church ( my dad's dad), she would have us sing. Or when we have Thanksgiving or Christmas Dinner at her house, we are singing. My Aunt Ola still calls just to say hi. She would give me advice about how to raise my children. She is a mother of six so I listened to everything she told me. Even when the advice sound crazy. I guess I lived the statement "It take a village to raise a child". I tried to be the wife and mom that I saw he to be. The submissive wife. Or if I need help cooking something, I would called her.
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