Aunt Ila has always been close to my heart. She made homemade bread and strawberry jam and
pickles and homemade sausage. Oh, and she had a lap. lol
She asked me once when I was young why I loved her and I said because she had a nice lap.
Guess I should tell you I am known for blurting out the truth.
Aunt Ila raised six kids the old-fashioned way, by working. Her husband was a coal miner
like my Dad. I would stop in at aunt Ilas and she would always offer me coffee, bread and
jelly, soon to be followed by a meal. God bless her. Life flows out of her. She makes a
room light up even now that she's in her eighties.
She makes quilts too, wonderful quilts and gives them to others. Sewn in the quilts, I
know, is love. That's in the strawberry jam, too. Everything she does now overflows with
As I write this I smile with love for her. She will be busy in heaven, I know, probably a
hostess serving coffee and homemade bread.
Aunt Ila, I love you.