Here in Los Angeles my family only had one relative – my Aunt Francie.
By the time my sisters and I came into the picture her parents were deceased and she only had one sister still living, who lived in Northern California.
As I like to say she was ours and we were hers.
So every holiday was spent at Francie’s house if it’d be Easter, 4th of July, Thanksgiving or Christmas. She always made us lemonade from her Meyer lemon tree and she always used this glass pitcher. Because of my aunt I can make a really good pitcher of lemonade with just the right amount of tart and sweet.
Any trained actor will tell you the most important element of being a good actor is listening. I remember being five years old and no matter what I was sharing with her she listened intently to everything I had to say and had this wonderful conversation with me. In her eyes my sisters and I were never little children that could be easily dismissed. Talk about being spoiled at a young age. I always listen to what my friends have to say and they are always telling me I have the memory of a steel trap and I swear I got this trait because of her.
Francie never played with my sisters and I or got in the pool with us but we never expected her to. She was the quintessential hostess with her pitcher of lemonade and the makings for a martini or a bloody mary on standby in the kitchen.
Her dining room table always had tapered candles and placemats in colors appropriate for the holiday and she cooked everything without ever opening a cookbook. If you asked her what she put in a wonderful casserole she made, she would say, “Oh just a little of this and a little of that.”
So this blog entry pays tribute to the greatest Aunt a child could ever have.
