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Aunt Mima's Funeral

I went to Aunt Mima's funeral today. My brother and sister came to town and we all rode together, which was nice. I didn't expect to see them again so soon after Christmas.

I saw about a zillion cousins I hadn't seen in ages, including my cousin Tricia , who lives in England and is working for BAFTA. We had a nice little chat about films in general and Bill Forsyth films (such as Local Hero and Comfort And Joy) in particular. It  was good to see Tricia, and of course it's always good to connect with another Bill Forsyth fan. :)

Before the service, all the family was gathered in a room, and some logistic matters were explained. The preacher said at the end of the service the family was going to face the congregation as everyone sang "Blessed Be The Tie That Binds". Then he went on to say "we're only going to sing the first verse. I don't know the second verse myself." I liked that. I thought it was a good illustration of a positive effect Christianity has on someone...having the humility to admit something like that in front of a large crowd. (ADD interlude...I wonder how many people are familiar with that song because of an Aqua Teen Hunger Force episode.)

He gave a nice eulogy. He told some amusing stories about her life, including one about a little brother who gave her the name "Mima" because he couldn't say Miriam. I was particularly amused by this story because the little brother was my father.  And you just have to love the southern tradition of small children renaming their older siblings, even if it does give rise to the "Bubba" stereotype. I also found out that she went to something at her church called "Christian Endeavor" which my father mispronounced as "Christian In Devil." Pop was such a hoot.

He talked about her daughter Pat, who was mentally challenged. Apparently Mima was told that Pat would never be able to learn anything, but Mima insisted she would. She did a good job at that. Pat learned to read a bit, and she had quite a talent for jigsaw puzzles. She was able to put one together in a sitting. I wasn't always impressed by that, but I was thinking about the kind of jigsaw puzzles they have for kids.
After I tried my hand at a few jigsaw puzzles for grownups (which was the kind Pat did), I decided Pat had unquestionable savant skills. After the service, Mima's daughter told me Pat actually read to her some after her eyes went bad. Wow. Mima  was a good teacher.

After the service we went to cousindoc's house, where there was a lot of food. My brother gave a command performance on the piano. He performed "Linus And Lucy" and some blues tunes. cousindoc brought out his trumpet and played along, one of mima's grandchildren brought out a toy drum set, and I improvised some blues vocals, mostly involving a woman leaving me and going to New Orleans (although I once changed it up  and had her go to Baton Rouge)Then we had a big singalong of "When The Saints Go Marching In" , a song that was also played at my father's funeral. My cousin Mary said "there's just too much time between the times we do things like this."
I said to her "too much time between? when have we ever done anything like THIS?". Family singalongs in the past have tended to  be limited to singing "Joy To The World" before Christmas dinner.

So the day ended on a rather jubilant note, something I'm sure Mima would have appreciated as much as she appreciated the tears at her funeral. Goodbye Mima, and thanks for all the scalloped oysters. *yum*


That's so sad and sweet. (Hugs)
Your Aunt Miriam sounds like she was totally AWESOME. And she does sound like a good teacher!