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I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.
Elinor ... whose advice was so effectual, possessed a strength of understanding and coolness of judgment ... her disposition was affectionate, and her feelings were strong; but she knew how to govern them.
Ethel and Frances found a means for consolation together: travel.
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
Florence Nightendick
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
I like you; your eyes are full of language.
[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
Lucille," Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. "Is that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?"
"Well, pinch my pooch, I believe it is," Lucille said. "I barely recognize him with his clothes on.
There is something in that name that seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor woman whose husband is not called Ernest.
Oh, my giddy aunt!
Who is Mrs. Ford?" asked Una wonderingly. "Oh,
comfort. I'd decided Lucy
My wife says OBE stands for Old Big 'Ead.
Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse.No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his bicycle and told him.
She's an old lady from times back. Her clothes have the smell of her sheep and that rusty smell of the ancient trunk in which she keeps her things.
Ellen, not for the wide world! But while she said it, madam - I was looking in her glass; of course, she didn't know I could see her - she put her little hand on her heart just like her dear mother used to, and lifted her eyes ... Oh, madam!
She was a diminutive, withered up old woman of sixty, with sharp malignant eyes and a sharp little nose
I love you, Lucy. You take care of me, I take care of you"? -Aspen
"It wasn't a promise, but an invitation. And I nodded my head, accepting it, and stepping into a future bigger than either of us could have hoped for" -Lucy
I've missed you, Ella May
My Aunt Ida at age eighty-three: 'Yeah,' she said, 'I'll be dead pretty soon. And frankly, I don't give a damn.'
What are you Barrons?"
"The one who will never let you die, and that's more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do
Don't you just hate a phony-looking stiff? - Aunt Edna
Addie always keeps her promises.
That's why my mother gave me to her.
granny-humping butt sucker!
Her handwriting was curious - small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).
Eliza, my pancreas.
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
Thanks for choosing me, Addison.
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
...and, my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honourable manner, I shall certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find out.
you-know-who." Amy
You are the soul of comedy, Mrs. Emerson.
Holy crap. It's Juliet!
Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.
Miss Andrews is really nice
How's Uncle Louis today?" "Who?" "And Aunt Maude?
February your grandmother!
What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?
Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?
Our little ford was almost ready. She was later to be called Auntie after Gertrude Stein's aunt Pauline who always behaved admirably in emergencies and behaved fairly well most times if she was properly flattered.
She's a gray woman with gray sayings."
"A crape-hanger.
Aunt Agatha is like an elephant- not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.
She was Grandma Will. That term felt foreign and unfitting to the relationship they had. She wondered if her father had ever called her Mother, Ma, Mom, Mama? Maybe in private he might have, but to the world, all the world, it was Aunt Will.
Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her ... boyfriend.' Townsed tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was going to choke on her chewing gum.
There are the dirtstreaked glass panes of the bay windows, there are the heavy, moth-eaten drapes, and there, half hidden by the curtains, pointed face peeking out with that familiar worried look, is Elsie.
This is your aunt, Regin the Radiant. We don't believe she possesses verbal governors of any kind.
ALS stands for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, but she has replaced that with her own version-Always live strong
Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is the road and we are on it,
There was my mom and I had a wife for a long time and now there is my fianc-e. Eileen is in a long line of women who have given me orders.
Good by-aye! she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.
One can,' said Ernest 'remain unmoved before a cloud as before an automatic ticket machine. I don't like poetry, I don't like flowers, I don't like machines, I don't like sugar, I don't like pepper, I don't like what you like.' This was addressed to whoever attacked Ernest.
Eleanor looked like her mother through a fish tank. Rounder and softer. Slurred. Where her mother was statuesque, Eleanor was heavy. Where her mother was finely drawn, Eleanor was smudged.
grandmothers. Elephants
Right then," Campbell began, his tone so civil it was offensive. "May I have your name for the record, Miss ... ?"
"Eliza Braun," Eliza sneered. "Here, I'll spell it for you
B-U-G-G-E-R-O-F-F.
You're my wife, Eva. I don't care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.
Linda's at her best when she's doing you a meal at home. That's when you see Linda. She cooks, she looks after the kids.
Alice Oswald. With Hughes and Heaney gone, people are looking around for the best British and Irish poets. Oswald is one of our finest.
Who is Alice?" asked mother.
"Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger
What is that, Shakespeare?"
"Betty Crocker, a fascinating woman.
I worshipped Ethel Merman and I worshipped Ethel Merman a lot. It's incredible - Ethel Merman was a conventional singer. Her naming her child Ethel Merman, Jr., was, to me, one of the coolest feminist things.
Ida Belle nodded. All sorts of things rose out of the ground during Edgar. Why, my mother's coffin popped straight up out of the grave and cruised down Main Street. I always said you couldn't keep Moter down
Boring people stay alive. Aunt Eda said.
Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.
Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.
Marianne Dashwood
I loved Lucille Ball growing up.
I was a big and un-ironic fan of Dear Abby when I was a kid in Chicago. I think I sort of internalized her. So I have this inner Abby: cranky, proper, folksy yet scathing, with a beehive hairdo. But that's my issue.
Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good ... what account have I to give for my long years?
At 99 and after a long stay in a nursing home, the death of legendary photographer Eve Arnold was hardly a surprise - though she may have been just a little annoyed to quit a few months short of 100.
she says, her words tinged with sorrow. I stop, go and sit on the edge of her bed. We sit, silent. "I promise, I'm right here and I won't leave you." I let her feel my presence. No one could describe Alzheimer's better than this. She's lost inside her own mind. How cruel. How fucking cruel.
I'll always be Alice Toklas if you'll be Gertrude Stein.
At three o'clock this afternoon Evelyn Wastneys died. I am Evelyn Wastneys, and I died, standing at the door of an old country home in Ireland...
Agatha has a dangerous ease about her. She's the kind of person you want to like you.
Go, my dear, and see how thy grandmamma does, for I hear she has been very ill; carry her a custard, and this little pot of butter.
Years later, when they were killed in a car crash on the Farm to Market Road, and the Nell-that-never-lived died with them, Olena, numbly rearranging the letters of her own name on the envelopes of the sympathy cards she received, discovered what the letters spelled: Olena; Alone.
Aunt May, my sweet Aunt May, who taught me how to knit, who bought me a piece of candy every time we went to the store, jabbed a cocktail fork at my eye.
I wasn't one to usually show off Lucy and Ethel because I was self-conscious of them, but money was money.
Written on her tombstone: "I told you I was sick.
her. Once Addie let someone in, she was impossible to forget. There was something about her that crawled inside a person and built a nice comfy home there,
Henrietta might have said.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
Your aunt Rose is dying," Petranilla said as soon as he was close. "May God bless her soul. Mother Cecilia told me." "You look shocked - but you know how ill she is." "It's not Aunt Rose. I've had other bad news." He swallowed. "I can't go to Oxford.
She sicker than my mama was when she die. But she more evil than my mama and that keep her alive.
She had Authority conferred on her. Metempsychosistically.
She is the elephant's eyebrows,
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
Live your epitaph
Lucille, please make them go away!" she moaned, her voice muffled.
"Do you think I am a divine being sent from the celestial realm to guard you from the harsh punishment of rousing from your slumber?"
"Is that a yes?"
"I am surrounded by idiots.
She was a genius, my mother.
Always wise aunts come in many guises. There are maiden aunts, dowager aunts, and that delightful creature, the eccentric aunt. I fear I fall into the latter category.
This has been a most wonderful evening. Gertrude has said things tonight it will take her 10 years to understand.
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?
Try as i do, i can't recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say 'forget me'; she seemed to live in parenthesis; ...
(On Angelica in 'Satisfied')
Oof. Tryin' to out-Eponine Eponine up in this piece.
Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her
Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.
She's like a letter from the tax authorities, that old biddy, Granny used to say.
My name is Grey Amundsen. But Grey, she doesn't exist in here, in this slimy, smoky, sex-hazed hole. In here, I'm Gracie.