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A girl's got to do, what a girl's got to...

9/23/2017

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PictureIsabel is third from the left. Look how fierce she is!
Husband got hurt at work and has a bum arm, can't lift it past his shoulder.  Sucks, yeah, but enough about him.  I have to mow.

Nearly DIED today.  Well, not really, but when you start assuring yourself that the "dead man's switch" will turn the mower off before it runs over your unconscious body, yeah, thoughts of death color a woman's flights of fancy.

​It got me to thinking of my Aunt Isabel.  (Well, she was my mom's aunt.)  Her "favorite aunt" is how I was raised thinking of her, and I've heard so many kind stories of her that I feel as if they were my memories.  She'd lived through most of the 1900s; the wars, the depression, the recessions, suffragette, Jim Crow, the "Roaring 20s," the "Beat Generation," and Watergate.  She'd died when I was less than seven, and in fact, I don't remember her at all. 

​I do remember the call my mom received when Isabel died.  We were in Somerville, Massachusetts, in the kitchen of a second-floor apartment we'd rented from a great Italian-American family with tons of kids.  My mom was on a wall phone, next to the refrigerator, the type that couldn't be opened from inside, so are only found in museums now.  I remember her leaning against the wall next to the phone, her eyes squeezed tight, her face pinched with pain.  My father was home, so it was after work, and he hovered.  So, it's true that I don't remember Isabel, but I remember how my mother suffered upon hearing of her passing.

Why, you might ask, was I thinking of "favorite Aunt Isabel" whilst mowing?  There's a story in the family about Isabel cleaning windows on her second-floor apartment.  (She and her sister, Marion, owned the house, and rented out the first floor.)  Isabel liked her windows clean, and back in the day, windows didn't move any way but up or down, so if you wanted a second or third-floor window clean, you had to be a bit of a daredevil.  Aunt Isabel must have been, because TWICE she had to be rescued after sitting on a window's casement, two stories up, when the top window slammed and then trapped her fingers.  TWICE she was found hanging off the house by her knees and fingers, two stories up, unconscious.  Did I mention this happened two stories up, and TWICE?

I suppose being run over by your own mower whilst unconscious might top that story, but mower safety regulation being what they are, I'm relegated to admitting sea salt and Kool-aide saved me from my "cut-grass-scented" flirtation with oblivion.  Just doesn't have the same pizzazz, and fails the legend test.   

​So, here's to you, Aunt Isabel.  I'm thinking of you, and long may your legend rein.

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Isabel as a child on the left, and Marion, her sister on the right. Turn of the last century-ish.
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She's to the right of the nun, my other great-aunt, who we called Auntie Sister, like most Irish-Catholics. But her real name was "Rita." The church gave her a new name, "Muriel." Very confusing. But Isabel was to Auntie Sister's right.
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My aunt Terry, who is seven years older than me (very Irish-Catholic situation, more sibling, than aunt), then Aunt Marion, Auntie Sister, and then Aunt Isabel.
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Isabel is the first on the left.
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Isabel was this age when she became enamored with hanging unconscious from window. She's second from the left. My mother is five from the right, and loved her Aunt Isabel.
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Isabel in the middle. Look at her eyes. Intelligent woman. Kind. What a great life she led.
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Dianne Kelley
9/29/2017 10:17:11 pm

Aunt Isabel was my Godmother and great aunt. Yes a strong amazing lady I loved her dearly to loved visiting her and Aunt Marion and playing games on their living room floor. I remember losing her the song "Bridge Over Troubled Water" was playing on the radio when I heard she was gone. I think of her everytime I hear it to this day. The story of her being hurt while washing windows "twice" still amazes me that she survived them. A very strong woman of body and soul. I'll always remember her smiling face! Thanks for sharing this story of a woman I loved very much!

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krisrafferty.com
9/29/2017 10:30:05 pm

I didn't know she was your godmother! So cool. We are all lucky to have had her in our lives. I love that our families are filled with such strong women. Love it.

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