Abstract
Aunt Linna is my favorite aunt. She has known me all my life and I have known her for almost half of hers. She is 93. She was fond of me when I was a little boy, and I suspect I was her favorite nephew. I spent the summer with her in Asheville, NC, when I was 8 and she was 54. She was good to me, made me mind, took me places, read to me, and laughed with me and cooked my favorite things to eat. We played rummy and listened to the radio— Stella Dallas and One Man's Family . I asked her why girls screamed when Frank Sinatra was singing. She said she didn't know. She gave me chores to do and paid me for doing them. I learned a lot from Aunt Linna that summer. In 1966, Aunt Linna was 77 and I was a hematology fellow.
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