Aunt Vera is my Grandma June’s baby sister. I was able to spend some time living with my grandma toward the end of her life, and Vera would often come and visit for weeks at a time. She always kept me rolling with laughter as she would tell her stories.
One of my favorite memories was of coming home from work one fall evening to find these two sisters, both in their late 80’s to early 90’s, out back digging out a tree stump in their winter coats. Neither could wield a shovel very well because both had bad backs, so they’d mostly been using a trowel, spoons, and a kitchen knife. I arrived to see Vera, knee deep in a hole, holding an axe above her head and then just letting it fall so she could make a small dent in this huge tree root. She didn’t have enough strength to chop at all, so she’d just have her arms guide the direction the axe blade fell.
They had to have been at it for hours by the time I found them.
Vera just kept laughing, holding up that axe and asking June if she was pointed the right direction (her eyesight had mostly gone by then), then letting the ax drop...then getting down, feeling around with her hands to make sure she was in the right spot, and digging out a bit more of the now loosened root with that kitchen knife.
Aunt Vera was having a grand old time helping her big sister and getting to have an adventure besides. They didn’t succeed at completely removing the stump themselves, but they worked hard at it!
I’ll always cherish my memories of Vera, and I hope to maintain the degree of love for life that she did.
- Alisha (Hayden) Redelfs