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My Aunt
My aunt was buried yesterday in a beautiful ecological woodland site near to Norwich.
My uncle asked me to give the eulogy, which I am posting below.
~In talking about my aunt, I wanted to start with my earliest memories which are incredibly happy ones. And that means going back to the time when I was a tiny boy, absolutely helpless with laughter as she did wildly funny, impromptu Punch and Judy shows with my toys, up and down the sides of my bedroom door. My mother would shout from the bottom of the stairs: “leave the boy alone, he’ll never get to sleep!” But of course I did go to sleep – quickly, because she had very cleverly got me to use up all my unspent energy, but also contentedly and feeling safe and surrounded by love.
Later, when I started infant school, I would come home and see her coat or her bag in the kitchen and I would know she was hiding somewhere, preparing to leap out of ambush. I absolutely loved the sense of helpless expectation that particular game created. I would say to mum that I she was in the house, then suddenly, seemingly from out of the coal cellar (and I think she did actually hide in there once), would come a long-drawn-out and deep “Oiiiiiiiiiiii!” And that triggers memories of more helpless laughter mixed with absolutely the right amount of a feeling of being in imminent danger of being pounced on and tickled – just what kids love.
That’s something that auntie seemed to know instinctively: just what children love. Though she had none of her own, she had boundless energy and enthusiastic affection to give to me and to my cousins and our friends.
My mother would say that her sister had always been like that. Born the youngest child in a family of three girls and four boys, she seemed to concentrate and then freely dispense all the jokes and fun that seven children can share. And she did nothing by halves. Many people here will remember the time before health and safety legislation put an end to indoor fireworks – the kind you would set off on a tray on a table top. One of the products was a sort of flash paper. You were supposed to tear off a tiny little piece and set fire to it with a match held out cautiously at arms length. Not for auntie such a timid approach to pyrotechnics – she decided to set fire to the whole batch of paper whilst leaning over it, nearly losing her eyebrows in the process and sending a mini-nuclear fireball up towards the ceiling where it turned into clouds of white smoke that had us all coughing. These were the fun times, growing up in the years after the war, when everything and anything seemed possible and though people still remembered what real risk and danger had entailed just over a decade earlier, they were not going to let that stop them enjoying life.
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