Remembering Aunt Vi
I’ve been thinking a lot about my Aunt Vi. She passed away 2 days ago at the beautiful age of 98. I am unable to be with my family for the funeral so I thought I might remember Aunt Vi here.
Violet May (her maiden name) was my grandmother’s younger sister, my dad’s aunt. Vi was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Both she and my grandmother were women with all the poise and grace of women of the south. They were always well put together. They were beautiful. They were loving and generous and strong. They definitely each had the longevity genes!
Violet in particular was a woman of great strength. Vi loved and lost 4 husbands. Perry Rowe was her first love. Perry and she created a family together and raised them in Los Angeles, 2 daughters and son. Perry passed away in his 60’s, the day of the Watts riots in Los Angeles in 1965. Dan Bennett was her next love. I remember visiting Vi and Dan in their home in Palm Dessert. Ruben Cheir was a retired physician. Her final love was Ben Tuch, a retired obstetrician.
Some might think that Aunt Vi was a woman who was afraid to be alone. But that isn’t the case. Vi was a woman who had much love to give and share. She loved having her family and loved being with family. She was dedicated to her children, grand children, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews and even great-great nieces and nephews.
My most touching memory of Aunt Vi will remain with me and my family always. On the occasion of our ordination as rabbis, Aunt Vi gave me a very special gift. That gift came with a note that I still have. The note reads:
April 6, 1996
Dear Laura and Rick,
These candlesticks were my grandparents – Grandma and Grandpa May. They gave them to me (I felt truly honored) and I am giving them to you to carry through the May family heritage.
I know you both will treasure them and say many blessings over them.
I love you both
She must have been holding onto this for a while because then there’s more on the other side of the card…
November 26, 1996
You know, these candles are a gift to you in honor of your both becoming rabbis. Its appropriate now that you are settling into your first home that they will bless your home, and you will have a place for them.
I am so proud of you both and love you very much.
Aunt Vi was right. These candle sticks do bless our home. They come out on special family occasions, such as the bris of our younger son in 1997.
(That’s my grandmother Nanny Ruth there, right after having lit the candles. They belonged to her grandmother too. Our younger son was named after his great-grandfather, Ruth and Violet’s father).
I think about what it took for my great-great grandparents to bring these candlesticks with them from the old country (the Ukraine) when they emigrated to Oklahoma back in the 1880’s. I think about the many Shabbatot and Jewish holidays that were welcomed with the lighting of candles in these candlesticks. I think about the family whose faces were lit up by the light of these candles.
The family history.
The family memories.
All engraved in these candlesticks that will stay with us for generations more.
Aunt Vi, we will remember you always. May you rest in peace.
Love, your great-niece Laura