Many of us were fortunate enough to not only have mothers who helped to make us strong, but aunts as well. My father’s sister, Juliet or JuJu, was the perfect aunt throughout my first 40 years. First of all, we shared the same first name though my parents modified “Juliet” to “Julia”.
When I was a junior in high school, I was dating a soldier from the local military base. I overheard a conversation between my mother and JuJu in which my mother expressed great concern that I would get married instead of going to college. I recall overhearing my aunt telling my mother, “Let me take care of it.” The following week, my aunt invited me to tour three colleges that she thought I might like to attend. We toured the colleges and drove throughout the Commonwealth of Virginia for a week. I decided on the trip that I thought Radford College would be a good choice.
Shortly after our college tour, I learned that my boyfriend was to be discharged and would return to Vermont in a few weeks. Taking no chances, JuJu invited me to join her and her children on a three-week trip to California knowing that “Bob” would be gone when we returned. We enjoyed a wonderful trip on which JuJu made sure we used a Duncan Hines Book of Recommendations to determine where we ate and AAA and Best Western Books to determine where we stayed. We toured many historic and fascinating sites and enjoyed glorious evenings of swimming and talking.
As a country girl from Virginia, it is fair to say that the two trips were life-changing for me. I did attend Radford College and was even a bit familiar with California when many years later, my husband was transferred to San Diego.
Happy Mother’s Day to the aunts, mothers and grandmothers who made us strong women!
Julia S. Aguilar