Aunt Esther

Yesterday was the 112th anniversary of my beloved Aunt Esther’s birth. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. For more, please see https://jeffreycarter.wordpress.com/2024/04/10/aunt-esther-12/.

Aunt Esther

I’m continuing the weekly exercise, intending to keep this up for 52 weeks, as I recount a wee piece of the story of my life. This week’s prompt: Tell us about a grandparent. Last month I wrote about Poppie Blocher. This week I’m choosing Aunt Esther. Esther Summers was actually my great-aunt, the sister of my

A letter

A letter to my late, beloved Aunt Esther written in February 2000 while I was teaching at Kentucky Wesleyan College and living in Owensboro, Kentucky —

2000

From a letter to Aunt Esther written on December 1, 2000 — Today I was privileged, honored even, to represent the University of Kansas as delegate to the inauguration of Blaine Brownell as twelfth president of Ball State University.  In the platform party along with me, just to my right in fact, was the president

The Sound of Music

I’m reminiscing this week. Today? The Sound of Music. Aunt Esther. Jimmy Chambers. Julie Andrews.

Aunt Esther

Today would be my great-aunt Esther’s 111th birthday. She died nine years ago, less than a month before her 102nd birthday anniversary. She was a saint.

Aunt Esther

My beloved Great-Aunt Esther died on this date in 2014, aged nearly 102 years. I miss her dearly.

Sisters

My sister Beth has in her dining room a photo of my maternal grandmother, Ruth Blocher, and her sister, my great-aunt Esther. Every time I see this photo, I am filled with joy. And gratitude. And wistfulness. So I snapped a photo of the photo print: These saints are now gone on to glory, Ruth

Fedora

I think I’ve told the story of Uncle John’s fedora on this blog. But I’m going to tell it again. [Actually, I’ve mentioned it, but not included a photo.] When Aunt Esther died in 2014, among the few items in her possession that had my name on them was a brown fedora. Apparently, Uncle John

Aunt Esther

Great-aunt Esther Summers would be 110 years old today. She made it to over a century and nearly two more years. She was one of the loves of my life, and I miss her daily.