Wilma,and beyond

My first glimpse of Aunt Wilma was our first night in Oklahoma. After driving from Montana to Oklahoma, with a brief layover in Colorado, we arrived at Granny
and Grandpa's house in Cromwell. Even though it was already dark, before I knew it this elfin like woman was there introducing herself as our Aunt Wilma. Her eyes sparkled like jewels as she laughed and greeted us. She was wearing her nightclothes over which she had thrown her peach colored robe. Her ensemble was completed by her worn flip flops. Marvana and I attribute our propensity for wearing our pajamas out doors to Aunt Wilma's influence.

Although our lives had exploded in turmoil over the last few months, when she offered to take me home with her to spend the night, I didn't hesitate. Three decades and more later, I still remember that drive to Okemah with Aunt Wilma laughing and telling me about the family and treating me as though I were an integral part.

And she was better at giving shots than Edith!