I now have this loveseat in my bedroom that belonged to my Great-Aunt Frances. She died at the end of September, a month and half or so shy of her hundred and first birthday. She was a character, which seems to be what makes up the entirety of my family – voted a “Beauty” at Mississippi State College for Women, was the first female sales executive at Delta Airlines, which allowed her to travel all over the world and made her the “cool aunt” to my mother’s generation of six Lutz kids and dozens of cousins. She was one of ten children, after all. She was a devout Catholic, evidenced when Father Juan held up her tattered, heavily underlined bible above her coffin repeatedly at the funeral. Nobody seems to understand what I mean when I say my family is “Really Catholic”, but trust me, we are indeed “Really Catholic.”
Old Furniture, New Thoughts, As Usual
Old Furniture, New Thoughts, As Usual
Old Furniture, New Thoughts, As Usual
I now have this loveseat in my bedroom that belonged to my Great-Aunt Frances. She died at the end of September, a month and half or so shy of her hundred and first birthday. She was a character, which seems to be what makes up the entirety of my family – voted a “Beauty” at Mississippi State College for Women, was the first female sales executive at Delta Airlines, which allowed her to travel all over the world and made her the “cool aunt” to my mother’s generation of six Lutz kids and dozens of cousins. She was one of ten children, after all. She was a devout Catholic, evidenced when Father Juan held up her tattered, heavily underlined bible above her coffin repeatedly at the funeral. Nobody seems to understand what I mean when I say my family is “Really Catholic”, but trust me, we are indeed “Really Catholic.”