One of my favourite relatives was my Mom’s Aunt Annie. She, along with her father, sister May, and my Mom’s Dad, Wilfred, came to Canada when Annie was in her early twenties. They all lived in a small house in Regina, Saskatchewan. When their father died and my grandparents married, Annie and May stayed on in the house until each of them passed.
When I was young, we would make trips from Saskatoon to Regina and stay with my grandmother (Wilfred passed eight years before I was born). But it was the visits with Aunt Annie (for years I called her Anne Tanny and I think she liked it).
Annie was a very sweet lady. She worked as a secretary to support her and her sister. May had married but he was not a very good man and she had a breakdown. Annie took her back in (after she spent some time…
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