Aunt Christine
The best memories I have are more the event than a specific occurrence, of visiting Aunt Christine and spending hours talking with her about all the happenings of Bremond or good stories of days long ago.
I remember stepping through that little white gate to follow a narrow little sidewalk on the side yard of the white, Victorian-styled house which was surrounded by the beautifully manicured yard of flowers to knock on the back screen door. I'd feel the warm breeze whip around the corner of the screened back porch, brushing my hair back from my face. We were warmly greeted from the kitchen with a "come on in" and the soothing aroma of home-cookin' (usually soup or baked goodies) which was the ultimate definition of good ol' southern hospitality found in Bremond. As she check things one last time in the kitchen, she would invite us to tour the rest of the house, which often was quickly opened up just for our visit, much like her heart to those she welcomed. The five-roomed home never had a thing out of place and was always clean enough to eat off the wooden floors. She would proudly yet humbly show us the newest changes especially stopping by the newest photos of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, which were her whole world and complete pride and joy. She would mention their latest accomplishments and life events to share them with us, as though they were standing in the room with us. With one last pass through the kitchen to check on things, she would “let it cool” and sit down to discuss anything under the sun. After several stories had passed, she would start toward the kitchen to offer us whatever had been so lovingly prepared. Of course, without refusing, the homemade goodies would melt in my mouth and a taste savored, as only found in the Snider family.
By the time I left there, I wasn't sure what all we had talked about, but I felt like I had been part of it all and shared in a part of her. While I wasn’t “from” Bremond, I felt like I was, much like being part of the Walton’s’ family .
