My Aunt Mae and the Three Sisters From . . . . . . .

My Aunt Mae’s house in Vinton, Iowa was usually one stop for about a week in my summer vacation.  She had one daughter, my cousin Janice, who will appear more prominently in a later posting.  I always had a pleasant experience visiting her home.  Her husband, Vern, was a wood carver and enjoyed showing off his birds and animals.  My Aunt loved to garden and we always ate lots of vegetables.  I had a good relationship with each of my mother’s sisters, but there was something that happened, some weird demonic force that took over, when the three of them got together.  They always seemed to end up with hurt feelings, angry exchanges, one of them not speaking to one or the other for a period, sometimes a lengthy one.  I always tried to steer clear when there was to be a “get-together of the three sisters from H . . .”