Saturday, October 16, 2010


These gloves belong to Aunt Ruth and her sister, Leah, who was also my mother.  The stacking represents how I see the sisters.  Aunt Ruth beams as she says, "My sister was older than I, smarter than I, and more beautiful than I.  She is not diminishing her worth by admiring her sister.  In fact, it is quite the opposite.  She is proud of her sister without an ounce of jealousy.  (I'm sure they had disagreements, but the adoration always seemed seamless to me.)

I am one of three girls, and Aunt Ruth has had to stand in for our deceased Mother, and like many sisters, we can vie for favor.  She doesn't give it.  She loves us in equal measure just as she loved her brother and sister.  This is not to say she doesn't offer us counsel, and believe me, she is the first to point out a typographical or factual error on the blog, but editorial commentary and advice are part of an aunt's job.  She loves each of us equally.

She has taught me to see my sisters like the pile of gloves;  pairs of hands to applaud each other's triumphs and hold each other when life is unkind.

Thanks, Aunt Ruth.


  1. Oh..I just love this. I'm going to have to have MY sister read it. It's the perfect metaphor - hands to applaud and to hold. It's what makes sisterhood truly special!!!

  2. Honey,
    I think Aunt Ruth is a wise woman, and fortunate for you both that she got to mentor you and your sisters too.

  3. My sister is 17 years older than me and we never really spent time together. I often had wished to have a sister closer to my age - and I'm still longing for that! As well as for an Aunt Ruth.

  4. Since I first saw this photo I have been intrigued by it. Now that I have read the story behind it, I love it all the more.

  5. The still lives really impact on me. They are unemotionally photographed yet they have punctums streaming out of them. The small things we carry with us through life that mean a lot.