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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

My Aunt Ann (One year ago 12/21/2013....the start of a nightmare in emotional and financial loss, the end of our families "Greatest Generation)

Blizzard in Chicago shut down airports and lead to the cancellation of my trip to Chicago to be at the memorial and scattering of the ashes for my Aunt Ann...who would have been 92 on Saturday.

American Airlines wanted over $1,000 per person to rebook the trip, with different days. We could not afford that. The original round trip was under $700 for two. It is their busy time, but no excuse. Airlines sure are not customer centered... 

So no grieving with family at the end of a generation and no meeting with a realtor and others on the house.

I am feeling blue as you might expect.

And sad at the loss of the oldest generation of my family She that lived through the Great Depression, World War II, the Eisenhower years, Kennedy, the sixties, Nixon, the 80's, 90's and the first decade of new century. She worked as an engineer when women did not hold such jobs, working on aspects of everything from advanced bazooka's, satellite launches, projects Mercury, Gemini and Apollo. She took care of her mother, of my mom, stayed on top of politics, read a great deal and inspired me to be the person I am today.

I still need to go to Chicago to take care of the estate...but air fairs to replace the cancelled flight are in the thousands for round trip...beyond my ability to spend at year's end.

I have few photos of my family (my aunt did not want me going upstairs where my mom and at one time a long time ago my dad and myself) and none of Aunt Ann, or I would post it here.

Her help led to a home in Oak Park, despite my dad's limited Post Office salary. It led to attending a school that excelled academically and in the arts, producing scientist who have contributed to making the world a better place, stars of the more human sort, and inventors of theatre and film technologies.

She insisted I go to college, and was supportive of both my masters programs and the PhD I earned just before her death. She believed in me.

And now the only generation that really cares about my success or failure, the deep roots my family have in Chicago (back to just after Fort Dearborn) and the home I have made here in Nevada.

I am very much in need of friends, students, acting and love.

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