She was the second of four children; my father's oldest sister; and since my Dad died in 1993, the last of the four. She was my godmother, my aunt, and took the place of our grandmother, who died before my brother was born. Every Christmas we spent at her house. When I was born, my three year old sister was staying with her. I think she kept us when our brother was born, too.
Her real name was Gertrude, but she loved to be called Trudy. She always dressed beautifully. She was always glad for a visit or a phone call. She was the one who started going to a Lutheran church in Detroit, which her family later joined.
She worked in the Decorator's Studio at J.L. Hudson Co. She rode to work, in downtown Detroit, with my Dad, for many years. She always had a cookie for him. He wallpapered her kitchen after he husband died. She went with me to pick out flowers for my dad's funeral.
She was the mother of two, and the grandmother of 5 granddaughters. She was a great-grandmother, too. She went to every play, graduation, wedding, game, shower, and family event that she could.
She was a Tigers fan, and a Wings fan, right up to the end.
She always had good things to say. Really. Always...!
When we visited at Christmas, we all got Chocolate Santas.
She gave me the Brownie box camera that had belonged to her mother, Laura Putnam Bordeau, and the story of how her mother and father met at the county fair, because Henry asked her "Taking any pictures?"
We always loved her.
We will miss her so much. My joy is in the hope of seeing her, seeing all our loved ones, again. I'll bring the cookies, this time. We love you, Aunt Trudy.
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Hi Laura,
I've been enjoying your blogs and photos, but not posting comments. Sorry to hear about your aunt. Give our best to Michael, Peter, Emma, and a random Argentinian.
Lew, et. al.
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