I attended my first livestream funeral service today.
My Great Aunt Loretta died on Tuesday at the age of 96, the last of my grandparents' siblings. She is seated at my grandmother’s left in the photo above, the flower girl at my grandparents' wedding in 1929. That's a detail of the photo below.
Loretta had just turned five — as had the little ringbearer who was my grandfather's nephew — and the wedding must have been so exciting for her! (The two men standing are my grandpa's brothers, the seated gent is my grandma's brother, the seated girl is grandpa's youngest sister, and the woman standing behind Loretta was my great aunt by both birth and marriage — my grandma's cousin, she married my grandpa's brother — the one to his right — a few years later. The other woman is unidentified, "maybe a cousin.")
I have so many fond memories of visiting the farm that Aunt Loretta & Uncle Al owned — they were our only farmer relatives, so it was always novel to us, even getting zapped by the electric fence and stepping in cow pies. Sometimes there was a bull in the barn, and always kittens! Loretta & Al (who died 10 years ago this month) had seven children: four older than me (a couple by not too much), one who died in infancy the year that I was born, and two younger than me! I was sad that none of them spoke at the service, but I did catch a glimpse of a couple.
Rest well, (Great) Aunt Loretta.