My Aunt Cass, Wonder Woman
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Before there was the internet, there was mail. Sigh. I love mail.
As a child I would stand by the window watching for the mail man to arrive. I had a penpal thanks to the Big Blue Marble TV show. I had a special aunt that I wrote to. I had cousins that I wanted to befriend even though we lived 2000 miles apart. Mail was there to close the gap between California and places far out there.
My special aunt is still around. The Great Aunt Cass is about 20-some years older than me, has nursed an elderly parent as well as friends whose health has failed them. She has survived breast cancer.
And she has a really flaky niece.
Me. In case you were thinking I was dissing my sisters or cousins…..
A few months ago I was on my way to my parents’ house. On the freeway I was following a pink Mary Kay car. Aunt Cass used to sell Mary Kay. I called her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t home so we didn’t get a chance to chat. And, of course, flaky niece that I am, I forgot about it and didn’t try again.
Aunt Cass is Wonder Woman.
When I was a kid, Aunt Cass was the fun, single aunt without kids. She dressed pretty and knew how to do make-up. She would fly to California about once a year, bring all kinds of presents, spoil us, and work on her tan.
Wonder Woman was a popular show back then, and our aunt? She looked like Wonder Woman. What more could you ask for in an aunt? Pretty, independent, and she could deflect bullets with aluminum foil bracelets.
Oh, right, that was me and my sisters with the aluminum foil bracelets.
When we started making trips to Minnesota every summer, I was about 8 years old. We got to know her better then. Particularly, the summer she got married. The reception was a backyard affair at her new home.
She made us clean. A lot.
I seem to remember 1,000,000 brass curtain rings that we had to polish. And as all brides are, she was quite crabby about it. We can tease her now. But, that day? Um, no. No teasing. Just polish the $%^# things!
Years later I got a chance to visit with Cass as an adult. She came to help organize my wedding and whip people into shape. She handled a return at a store that took my breath away.
She is the ultimate in charming, particularly when working with salespeople and folks you need something from. When I get nervous about something, I just pretend I’m Aunt Cass.
(Apparently, the charm didn’t work with us nieces and nephews who had to polish curtain rings!)
The woman has finesse. She can charm folks without making them feel pressured. They want to help her! Most of the time. Ahem.
But, she’s also not afraid to speak her mind. You better watch out if you don’t want to do what she wants. She will find a way….
I’d call her the matriarch of our extended family. Since she didn’t have children of her own, she’s had time and extra energy to care for nieces and nephews and help us feel connected to our roots.
Reconnecting in real life
All of this is back story for this card:
Hallmark sent me a collection of cards and this is the perfect one to send to my super-heroine aunt who’s still “a little bit girly and kinda bad@$$”. I love it. (And, no, the strong language won’t offend her. I promise. She will laugh!)
And it’s the perfect way to reconnect with “the Great Aunt Cass” as she now calls herself. Facebook and texts are great means to connect with folks. But, mail? Real mail? That’s fun. It’s a little bit more tangible way to say Hey! and send some love in a card.
And a little bit of confetti to fall all over her floor when she opens it like it did when I opened her cards at college? Well, let’s just say that’s part of the fun. 😉
There is nothing quite like a card or letter in the snail mail to bring a smile. I found this is ESPECIALLY true for the older members of our family. While they love to talk with my children by phone, they really enjoy mail from them. On visits to their homes I always see the drawings on the fridge, the photographs in frames around the house and handwritten notes saved to be reread.
I like it! Especially the confetti. I should add confetti to my next cards.