Aunt Bec

Aunt Bec -or ‘Rebecca” was sister to Aunt Mary, and also my grandmother Wilna. She was probably the most prim and proper of the three. Her husband was the Mayor of Athens, Alabama at one point. She was the eldest woman of the Alabama family that kept everyone in check. She was a southern baptist to the core and was very rooted in the church, and not just because her son was a baptist preacher. She was by nature very sweet. She lived a few blocks down from Nana on South Houston Street and a couple blocks up from Aunt Mary. I still have irises in my yard that have traveled from Oakhurst to Tucker to Oakridge with me. These Irises were on her street, and I will pass as many of them on to my bonus kids as possible. This house was the house all the siblings grew up in. It had been in the family a long time. Now George Allen and Patsy live in it. They will likely pass it on to their kids. Aunt Bec and I were polar opposites as far as our personalities, what we stood for and who we are. But what I did get from Aunt Bec is that no matter how different you are in what you believe and how you act, it takes all types to make the world go around and the key is in practicing GRACE towards others who are different than we are. Acceptance without judgement is key. I have to practice this every day.

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