Aunts and Uncles

Random thoughts on memories of my aunts and uncles brought on by attending Aunt Becky's funeral yesterday. I saw the aunts and uncles more than my cousins who lived in Georgia-duh, of course. Because of that I felt very possessive of them and jealous when the Georgia cousins visited and said aunts and uncles spent time with them.
Early memories of Uncle Kenton include gifts of candy cigarettes. We loved getting them and pretending to smoke them. Mom cut that out at some point. Uncle Kenton was so silly that one time before I could read he was reading Cinderella to me and read 'bibbity bobbity boo' and I accused him of making that part up. When I was very small he was married to Aunt Evelyn. I really liked her but they divorced. I wasn't told-too young to understand was the official reason given later. Then when I was about 8 or 9 he married Aunt Lenora. She was very pretty and perpetually pleasant-never criticizing or making any negative comment.
I felt very close to Aunt Billie. She was a teacher and graduated from Millsaps. She didn't have any children until I was ten, so I got to spend time with her by myself. I remember for my birthday she took me out to eat. It was very special and made me feel very grown-up. She liked to play games and really liked to win. I think she cheated sometimes. When we lived on Robinson she came most mornings to the 'little house' behind our house to make breakfast. Don't know why she didn't eat at home but Gene would go out each morning and have coffee with her. Michael and I had to get ready for school but Gene didn't, so he would go out and visit with her. We teased him that drinking coffee would stunt his growth.
Aunt Becky lived in Georgia and had children, so I didn't spend much one-on-one time with her. Every summer we drove to Atlanta to spend a week with her and our cousins. The earliest memory I have of this annual trip I must have been under six years old. Aunt Billie went with us and it was a good thing she did. Mom was driving and didn't have a driver's license. I think there was a license check going on and Aunt Billie had to take over driving. I think mom got her driver's license when we got back home. Another time we were on the way to Georgia and had car trouble in Lake, Mississippi. We stopped at the Texaco station on Highway 80 in Lake. Dad's station was also on Highway 80 in Jackson. I remember the service station man was very nice. Can't remember what the car problem was. Most summers when we went to Georgia we attended VBS with our cousins. We had already gone to VBS at our church but didn't mind going again. They even used the same VBS materials but the kids and teachers were different and we were special because we were visitors. Guess that is enough remembering for today.