I acquired Aunt Jean with Jan. Jan has a billion Uncle Alan stories from growing up.
The dynamics of being late kids meant, by the time I came along Uncle Alan wasn’t available.
I have Aunt Jean stories.
We live with to many limiting myths about women. If you live your life believing these myths about women I’d like you to speak to women who grew-up in the Great Depression & WWII.
When you are gobsmacked.
Unable to put your wrongheadedness together with reality.
I’ll introduce you to Aunt Jean. Welcome to the Gamma Quadrant. Nothing you ‘know‘ is true.
Yeah, you know Rosie the Riveter built bombers. We forget that she went home, shopped, cooked dinner, did the laundry, cleaned the house, sorted a million things and the got up in the morning to build bombers. Bomber building was the easy part of her day. Everyone talks about bomber building like it was the hard-part. For most Rosie’s it was the easy part. Rosie, wasn’t unique.
Aunt Jean will drop you a hand-written thank-you note for dinner. Read the note, she included a reference to the source of the Nile. Aunt Jean has been there. She went by herself. Yes, your dinner reminded her of an inn at the source.
At a family dinner I was speaking about the flying to Nelson, BC (CZNL) being one of my favourites. The Rockies & the Bugaboos. Airport really close to the town centre and great places for lunch. Nice and quick.
I forgot who could hear me. I was talking with Graham about bombing out in Fox-Uniform-Zulu. The ultimate flying sports-car. Out of the blue Aunt Jean said “I’d like to do that”.
Brain in Idle. Glass of red wine in hand. Spouse Radar set to ‘mmm I really like roast beef cooked on the BBQ with Hickory smoke.‘ Mmmm. ‘this is a nice Red.’
“Well, we should go”
Thank God for Graham, my brother-in-law.
“I’d like to go too”
Off we went into building a plan. We agreed a time, the power of the internet confirmed availability of C-FMTF, a Cessna 172. It has room for three. We were set. Spouse Radar was covered over with airplane stuff.
“Do you think it is a good idea to take Aunt Jean flying? In a small plane?”
“I’m not sure she could climb into the plane?”
“You know she has trouble walking”.
“You know she can’t walk int town like you & Graham were talking about?”
“You know she’d try?”
“What if something happened”?
What? Where did this come from? “If something happened”? I’d be dead, she’s worried about something other than me.
Terrified glance at the Spouse Radar. Sweep it clear of airplane stuff and roast beef thoughts – Flashing alarms! Poor Graham, he was alone with Laurie. Everyman for himself.
I know Aunt Jean has not come-to-terms with her aging.
I’m not going to help.
Jan isn’t going to help.
Jan took her to Churchill to see Polar Bears. Jan was just concerned that I had got excited about airplane stuff and couldn’t see reason. She was right. I can never see rason talking about airplanes. Flying is a differrent story.
Prudence checked that Nelson had a taxi service. Aunt Jean & I talked about getting into & out of small planes. Aunt Jean agreed to wear slacks. I took extra mountain safety equipment.
Then we went. Beautiful spring flying in the Rocky & Buggaboo Mountains.
Small snow storm in the middle of the Buggaboos required some re-routing. Forgot to mention to Aunt Jean that when we turned to avoid the snow, and turned again I lost the navigation thread.
For a few minutes didn’t exactly know where we were. Always know exactly where you are flying in the mountains.
Spent a pleasant afternoon in Nelson. Walking the main street. Hung out with the cherry trees. Stopped for a coffee.
Lunch on a patio.
Back in Calgary for dinner.
I’ve lived an Aunt Jean story. Doing things not approved of. Defeating adversity – dodge a spring snowstorm. Cherry Trees. And a great big bag of my winter-camping gear just in case something happened. Better not dead.