Memories of my Great-Aunt Dot

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Memories of my Great-Aunt Dot came to me yesterday. I remember her beautiful white hair that looked as soft as cotton. The Aunt Dot I remember lived alone in two bedroom apartment. I recall a cuckoo clock on her living room wall. It was such a fond memory that later in my life I bought a cheap version of it to hang on my living room wall. I don't remember going to her house in the colder months, but do recall several visits in the summertime. Her windows were closed and the shades and curtains were always drawn on the sunny side of the house. The windows on the shady side were left open a bit to let the cooler air in. She had an old gas heater in the living room. On the gas heater sat a whistling tea kettle that she kept there to keep her water warm for tea. I remember my Grandma talking about how she never had a good hot cup of tea when she visited Aunt Dot. Aunt Dot was quite a character. Many times I would hear comments about her from my family members. Aunt Dot was a hypochondriac. She would feign illness, have a limp, inability to walk faster than a snail's pace, have severe pain in her back, or fake a near fall. When she got out of site of her audience she would pick up the pace and walk normal. She was quite the artist. She did lovely embroidery. She embroidered pillow cases quite often. I remember some of her work that included covers for toss pillows that we had on our sofa. She painted on the fungus of trees and they were beautiful. Those really impressed me and made me want to do some painting too. I never did paint, but I did do some embroidery. These are the memories from my youth. Unfortunately I have no other memories of her from later in my life. I still recall with great fondness the fake limp in her step, the cuckoo on the wall and the love in her heart.