Remembering Aunt Fanny


Today is the 100th anniversary of the birth of my Aunt Fanny. Born Ruth Frances Bruchey, on 10 January 1917, she was known to all as Frances or Fanny.

She was the sixth child, fourth daughter, of Charles Edward and Carrie May McKinney Bruchey. My father, the third child, was about 6-1/2 years older. Four more children followed.

Daddy’s family was Old German Baptist, or Dunkard. The Old German Baptists are a “Plain” people, often confused with the Amish. My grandfather was an elder in the church.

Aunt Fanny was an excellent seamstress and an excellent cook. She kept a garden and canned its bounty until shortly before she died at age 94.

She was a hard-working woman, raised with the practical skills of a farming family.

But I remember the other side – the mischievous side of her. The twinkle in her eye and the wrinkled nose when she smiled. She composed funny little poems. Funny, but never hurtful or malicious.

She was a wonderful role model with a generous heart.

Happy Birthday, Aunt Fanny!




Tea and Toast

My older sister used to fix tea and toast for me. It’s always been my go-to “meal” when I couldn’t eat anything else.

I haven’t been feeling well the past couple of days. As usual, I look to tea and toast (along with bananas, rice and applesauce) for sustenance.

It brings back memories of my childhood, and that’s a good thing!


PS  I’ll hopefully be back next week with a regular blog post.