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May 2014

Aunt Tudy's Laugh

By: Amy Yeary Holmes

Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.-- Proverbs 1:8-9

My grandmother had two sisters and every Christmas we would go “a-visitin”. Aunt Edna made the most delicious candy. I would eat myself sick as soon as I entered her house. My grandmother’s other sister, Aunt Tudy, was more of a social creature. She threw a party in mid-December every year. And the best thing awaiting us at Aunt Tudy’s party (besides eating Aunt Edna’s candy a second time) was a little gift Aunt Tudy had prepared for all the children. I remember one year she gave me a coloring book. Normally, I would have been delighted but it was the third coloring book I had received that Christmas. My five year old voice did not say “thank-you,” as it had been trained. On the contrary, I exasperated “Not another one!” The room became still, time slowed and an eerie shadow of dread overcame my little heart. Everyone looked at our hostess, expecting a stern correction. But Aunt Tudy threw her head back and laughed as loud as I had ever heard her.

We buried Aunt Tudy yesterday. I didn’t think about her as I thought I would, recalling all those parties. Instead, I thought about Hayden. He’s the little boy who lives next door. He has wide blue eyes, is smart as a whip and sounds like a young Forest Gump. He and our daughter have struck up a great friendship so it was no surprise that she wanted Hayden to join us for “dollar a cheese slice pizza night” a couple of months ago. I transported both of them in my car and met my husband at the restaurant. After we ordered our slices Hayden said, “Mrs. Amy! Your car smells like dirty gym socks!” I thought he was announcing this fact to the whole room. My daughter and husband stood still, every eye was on my response. After a moment, I threw my head back and laughed followed by the whole table. Even the table across the aisle was giggling. And in that moment, I thought of Aunt Tudy. It was a joy to pass on that grace to another child.

My mother tells me I’m 99% Yeary and I do look like my father. But my nose comes from my grandmother’s side. It has a wide base and a rounded top, just like all the Dotsons. And it is most pronounced when I throw my head back laughing…just like my grandmother, Aunt Edna and Aunt Tudy.

Discussion Questions: How do we allow positive memories from our past to mold the actions of our present? How do you honor those who have loved you and have passed?

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