Dear cousins Bob and Carol, Doug and Marilyn, Ken and Bev — and all Aunt Thelma and Uncle George’s children, and great-grandchildren,
In Aunt Thelma, I have memories of a gentle and kind lady, a perfect foil for the bigger-than-life charm of Uncle George. When we were still youngsters in Canada, our family (his brother David and Gertrude) would drop by and visit them spontaneously, as one did in those days, while on the annual trans-Canada summer tour of relatives. Aunt Thelma was always gracious, usually fielding the short visit while Uncle George was still at the office.
After Jim and I were married and living in England, they visited our young family in Glastonbury for a day or two while in England. We met them at the train station in Bath where they were picking up a hire-car. Jim drove our car back to Glastonbury while I accompanied Uncle George and Aunt Thelma in their hire-car. I must admit that I had an electric moment or two during Uncle George’s virgin left-side-of-the-road experience on the way back home. Needless to say, they were perfect guests.
Jim and I will be thinking of you on Monday, January 23, as you say goodbye to Aunt Thelma and celebrate her life. We would very much have liked to be with you, no doubt increasing the numbers in the choir.
Much love to all
Viola, Jim, Chris and Ephie (in England) and Bart (now in Vancouver).
