Today, there is a hole in my heart. My beautiful ninety-four year old aunt passed away in her sleep a few nights ago. She was the sister to my grandmother, the woman who helped to raise me, and like her she had a strong will, incredible wit and a deep abiding love for shoes. She was born in Louisiana, spent a few years there before moving to Hawai'i with her family. Many years later she got married to her long time husband Lucien Parish, a fighter pilot for the US Air Force, and enjoyed a life filled with travel and family.
|On her wedding day. The young woman behind her is my grandmother, her sister.|
|Aunty Ferne stepping out in Nashville, TN in the 1940's|
After my grandmother passed, she easily slipped into the roll of grandmothering for so many of us and she fit so perfectly there that, in many ways she became our grandmother and mother.
|Here she is making off with a fine score at a family Christmas exchange.|
|Aunty in her favorite sweater with her sweet poodle Anu.|
|The sisters at my cousin's wedding, wearing distinguished white ginger leis.|
|Aunty Ferne "PeeWee" on the wing of her hubby's plane. Note the snake emblem, under it, her nickname is painted.|
|Check out those shoes!|
It was just a few months back that I emailed her this picture below of a new pair of shoes I'd scored. She emailed (yes, she emailed and Facebooked) me back saying, "Y A A A Y !!!!!!!!! Fabulous.......enjoy a few strolls for Auntie !!!!!!!!"
Oh Auntie, I will. I really and truly will. Meke aloha pumehana, now and forever.
|Auntie Ferne, Mom, a young hubby and I with Grams.|