Saturday, March 12, 2022
I have many awesome memories of Aunt Aileen from going out to the farm and the warm way she always greeted my dad in German and then my mom and all us kids too, to their house in town when we would all rain down on her and stay at her place during the bones tournaments or any other time we were out that way. There were many late night, or shall I say middle of the night pots of coffee shared with Aunt Aileen as she never missed not a one of us, stumbling in after the Saturday night dances. Before we could even get the door open she was there asking if she should put the coffee on but was already doing it before you could answer, as well as filling the table full of food to feed us, as she thought, we all must be hungry by then. One night especially comes to mind when Cor and I came home after one of the Saturday night dances and couldn’t figure out how to get the door lock open. We were giggling and fiddling with the lock and we thought we got it unlocked when it slowly started to open. We were whispering to each other to be quiet, when suddenly Aunt Aileen pops out from behind the door and loudly whispers “What are we whispering about?”Well she scared the heck out of Cor and I and we jumped, which made the three of us break out laughing. Then the three of us stayed up till almost morning, drinking that pot of coffee and filling our bellies visiting and giggling and jokingly whispering to each other to be quiet. It was one of Cor and my most memorable visits with Auntie Aileen. She was very humorous and would joke and giggle with us all to the wee hours during those visits, until the coffee was gone and the fudge plate (my absolute favourite) was empty. She was generous, sweet and the most lovely person to be with and I feel very fortunate for all the times we were welcomed to stay and share all those late night pots of coffee. I wish I could have been there today to give all the family my deepest condolences and hugs, thinking of you all and all the wonderful memories I have of Auntie Aileen.
Petrina and family
