Aunt Zona was married to my father's brother, Frank Barnes. I didn't meet Uncle Frank because he died before my birth.
Usually on a Sunday afternoon after church, my mother, Bonnie Mae Walker Barnes, took me to visit Aunt Zona and her daughter, Wilma, who was bedridden since her teenage years from a fall. I'll never forget how soft wilma's hands were.
What I'll always remember about Aunt Zona was how I could make her laugh. When we arrived at her house, she would always give me a big hug. Somehow I learned that she was very ticklish and I could make her laugh. As we hugged, I would kiss her neck (many little noisy quick kisses), and she couldn't stop laughing. She would try to pull away but I would keep hugging her and continually kiss her neck. I loved to make her laugh so every time we visited, I did the same thing. I think she must have liked it because she always hugged me. And I know I sure did!
Aunt Zona's house was out in the country on a gravel road in Energy, Illinois. Sometimes I would play outside. There was a cornfield across a little dirt road in front of her house. This is where I made my first "corn doll" that I loved and cradled like a baby. The corn silks were her hair, only the shiny silks, of course. So I pulled off the yucky dried silks. I would take her home make her a little bed and cover her up with a doll blanket.
I guess I wasn't a very good mother because when the shiny silks dried out, usually in a day or two, I would throw my little corn doll away.
Usually on a Sunday afternoon after church, my mother, Bonnie Mae Walker Barnes, took me to visit Aunt Zona and her daughter, Wilma, who was bedridden since her teenage years from a fall. I'll never forget how soft wilma's hands were.
What I'll always remember about Aunt Zona was how I could make her laugh. When we arrived at her house, she would always give me a big hug. Somehow I learned that she was very ticklish and I could make her laugh. As we hugged, I would kiss her neck (many little noisy quick kisses), and she couldn't stop laughing. She would try to pull away but I would keep hugging her and continually kiss her neck. I loved to make her laugh so every time we visited, I did the same thing. I think she must have liked it because she always hugged me. And I know I sure did!
Aunt Zona's house was out in the country on a gravel road in Energy, Illinois. Sometimes I would play outside. There was a cornfield across a little dirt road in front of her house. This is where I made my first "corn doll" that I loved and cradled like a baby. The corn silks were her hair, only the shiny silks, of course. So I pulled off the yucky dried silks. I would take her home make her a little bed and cover her up with a doll blanket.
I guess I wasn't a very good mother because when the shiny silks dried out, usually in a day or two, I would throw my little corn doll away.
Aunt Zona was married to my father's brother, Frank Barnes. I didn't meet Uncle Frank because he died before my birth.
Usually on a Sunday afternoon after church, my mother, Bonnie Mae Walker Barnes, took me to visit Aunt Zona and her daughter, Wilma, who was bedridden since her teenage years from a fall. I'll never forget how soft wilma's hands were.
What I'll always remember about Aunt Zona was how I could make her laugh. When we arrived at her house, she would always give me a big hug. Somehow I learned that she was very ticklish and I could make her laugh. As we hugged, I would kiss her neck (many little noisy quick kisses), and she couldn't stop laughing. She would try to pull away but I would keep hugging her and continually kiss her neck. I loved to make her laugh so every time we visited, I did the same thing. I think she must have liked it because she always hugged me. And I know I sure did!
Aunt Zona's house was out in the country on a gravel road in Energy, Illinois. Sometimes I would play outside. There was a cornfield across a little dirt road in front of her house. This is where I made my first "corn doll" that I loved and cradled like a baby. The corn silks were her hair, only the shiny silks, of course. So I pulled off the yucky dried silks. I would take her home make her a little bed and cover her up with a doll blanket.
I guess I wasn't a very good mother because when the shiny silks dried out, usually in a day or two, I would throw my little corn doll away.
Usually on a Sunday afternoon after church, my mother, Bonnie Mae Walker Barnes, took me to visit Aunt Zona and her daughter, Wilma, who was bedridden since her teenage years from a fall. I'll never forget how soft wilma's hands were.
What I'll always remember about Aunt Zona was how I could make her laugh. When we arrived at her house, she would always give me a big hug. Somehow I learned that she was very ticklish and I could make her laugh. As we hugged, I would kiss her neck (many little noisy quick kisses), and she couldn't stop laughing. She would try to pull away but I would keep hugging her and continually kiss her neck. I loved to make her laugh so every time we visited, I did the same thing. I think she must have liked it because she always hugged me. And I know I sure did!
Aunt Zona's house was out in the country on a gravel road in Energy, Illinois. Sometimes I would play outside. There was a cornfield across a little dirt road in front of her house. This is where I made my first "corn doll" that I loved and cradled like a baby. The corn silks were her hair, only the shiny silks, of course. So I pulled off the yucky dried silks. I would take her home make her a little bed and cover her up with a doll blanket.
I guess I wasn't a very good mother because when the shiny silks dried out, usually in a day or two, I would throw my little corn doll away.
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