Aunts aren’t Gentlemen

 

So declared PG Woodhouse in one of his fabulous Bertie Wooster books. A year ago today  mused on the subject of aunts, under the same heading, for a flash fiction prompt so, in homage to that post I thought I’d revisit the subject.

I’m lucky enough to have two aunts, both of them are alive and well and with power to add to the gaiety of nations. But not all aunts are darlings. Oh no. Not at all.

Woodhouse understood aunts. Formidable and not to be underestimated. He wrote this for example

“It isn’t often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.”

And what of my experiences of nutty aunts? Well, aunts are a good counterpoint to parents, giving us, in the best way, a subversive experience of adulthood. But a distinction must be drawn between Aunts and Great Aunts.

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my gran, with the silly hat in the centre and great aunt material either side before they’ve been turned… they look harmless enough, don’t they?

My Great Aunts, unlike troubles, came not in battalions but in single spies, spread over time. I recall a series of visits from women sporting large coats, hats of monumental confection and immovability and voices that launched battleships and penetrated deep space. The Archaeologist and I were fascinated by their hats. Why for instance did these dusty faced women, smelling oddly of wardrobes and toilets, take off their coats and shoes yet leave on their hats? Were they bald beneath? Did they fear their rigid and highly spun hair might make a bid to escape if released from the weight of the hat? Was something extraordinarily interesting kept underneath, a marmalade sandwich perhaps or one of those odd shaped rubber things mum had in her bedside table, hidden under a tangle of stockings, Pond’s Cold Cream and spare soap?

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Great grandmother (in black) and nascent great aunts waiting their moment to embrace the dark side…

They perched too, did great aunts. They never sat back in any chair, unlike great uncles who contoured to each chair and used their stomachs to balance everyday equipment such as teacups and tobacco pouches. Great aunts did a lot of disapproving. They had a range of tutts that accompanied another aunt’s conversation, like mood music for their complaints. I’m sure I read that certain tribal languages amongst aboriginal peoples which comprise whistles and clicks were used during the war as unbreakable codes; the vocabulary of the Tutting Aunt could have been used with equal facility.

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My parent’s wedding in March 1952; everyone looks friendly but there are any number of potential aunts and great aunts in this crowd – just look at the hats.

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Oh yes, all smiling but these women become aunts – a scary transformation. No wonder dad looks nervous and hollow-eyed (well apart from the recurring sand fly fever he brought back from Palestine)

Great aunts were possessed of things like rheumatics and water works and a variety of bowel problems and ate in small pecks though they never left anything. And they all seemed to have ill fitting teeth that the swilled around inside their mouths as they spoke, ate or drank tea.

Great aunts were often generous, bestowers of chocolate treats and hard peppermints that blew your sinuses apart. They belched and farted but woe-betide any comment, or worse snigger; in such a case fingers, gnarled like a hundred year old beech branch and forged from titanium would unerringly catch you close to, or on, the ear, leaving no mark but inflicting searing pain.

One great aunt, Rose, was a staunch high ranking officer in the Sally Army.

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Can you spot Aunt Rose here?

Even my gran, her sister, behaved impeccably in Aunt Rose’s presence. We had tea once a year at her small cottage near the harbour in Whitstable and the Archaeologist and I were begged to behave for the two hours we were there. If we did then on the way home we were treated to a go on the diesel powered boats on the lake at Hampton just outside Herne Bay.

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Why is it I look like I really, really don’t want to be in this boat with dad? And why’s he driving it like it might capsize at any moment? Could the two states be linked?

I wish I remembered what the adults talked about but I do remember the mood – sombre, funereal. I suppose someone, somewhere had died and their lives must have been picked over critically with their chances of a swift pass by St Peter dissected, probably leading to the conclusion that they would be sent to the back of the queue.

Aunts, by comparison to Great Aunts are ace. I have two – well two I know about. There is a third out there somewhere but my uncle’s marriage to said aunt was so short and so unsavoury that she went back north somewhere and of her and her child I have no clue.

But of the two remaining,  they are – as they are both alive – entirely splendid. Nutty? A definite yes and a possible maybe.

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Tinsel Queen, my aunt (plus Cuz and dog)

 Ann is by any definition an utter loon. Well meaning, impulsive, manic, ditsy, generous (and sometimes catty) in the same sentence, and with the most outrageous sense of humour. My mother was a lovely lady but she never really ‘got’ my aunt thinking her rather fly and if not fickle then prone to flights of fancy that were destined to end in tears, though they seldom if ever did. But despite being of different temperaments and outlooks, my mother was grateful to my aunt for her unswerving loyalty to first her husband, my mother’s revered brother and second her beautiful and equally barking daughters, my cousins. My aunt was also the most caring and dedicated sister in law to my mum in a time of need that anyone could have wished for, which my mother, in her somewhat at times churlish way admitted especially after dad died and for which I and the Archaeologist will be eternally grateful.

My father, unlike my mother, adored my aunt Ann but never quite coped with her relentless teasing and flirting. He thought himself a man of the world but she bested him always, much to everyone’s, and secretly his, delight.

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Could you tell this was a 1960s wedding from the hair and dresses? The day I acquired my second aunt…

My other aunt, Gill, was much younger when she appeared in my life as my uncle’s girlfriend back in the mid sixties, all mini skirts and tight tops which frankly wasn’t easy to handle as a ten year old beginning to wonder at the different geometry between men and women. Is Gill nutty? No I don’t think so; she has the sort of warm generous disposition that makes you feel special (still does, come to that, every time we meet), and it will remain something of a family sadness when she and my uncle divorced that our families were estranged rather until the last few years. Pleasingly  the gaps have now been closed and Gill still has time to prove me wrong on the nutty front.

It’s my children’s turn now to experience nutty aunts; they have two and, happily, both are securely on the utterly barking spectrum.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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34 Responses to Aunts aren’t Gentlemen

  1. blondeusk says:

    My great aunt was amazing and a battle axe! Retired headmistress too!

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  2. Ritu says:

    Oh I was blessed with a whole host of nutty aunts!!!! Some natural, some married into the family! Wouldn’t change them ever!! 😊

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    • TanGental says:

      I’ve always assumed, and this may be a mix of Bollywood films and the odd East of Eden caricature but all Indian aunts were genetically nutty. Am I risking a poor stereotyping here?

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      • Ritu says:

        Ask the sister who things she’s the sane one…..!!!
        But no, I think generally most aunts have their quirks!!!
        I have 4 on my Pops side, his sisters, and one who is his sis in law, and two from my mums side, her sisters in law… There are quirks in all of them… Some cute, some more sinister!!!!
        Then there are the ten thousand honorary aunti-jis we are graced with…. Because for respects sake we are told to call any older lady Aunty!!!!!!

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      • TanGental says:

        Yes we used to have that. There was an ‘Aunty’ Pauline who handed out tissues to everyone, never found out why

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      • Ritu says:

        Oh everyone’s an aunt around here!!!

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  3. Wonderful!! I had an aunt that I adored – still adore!! Today she would probably be considered certifiable…………….

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  4. trifflepudling says:

    Funny – looked up Bertie’s aunts at lunchtime yesterday!
    Very vivid descriptions. I only remember 2 or 3 of my great-aunts. One was the archetypal Edwardian farmer’s wife and another was resolutely gay and, so my father said, could play the piano with her feet. Hmm.
    I took all the oddly shaped rubber things out of their cardboard sleeves and waxed paper and put them all back again! Fortunately it didn’t wreck their family planning.

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  5. M. L. Kappa says:

    Bless you Goeff, I enjoyed reading this. And I love your fringe in the boat picture! One of our aunts gave us the most inane Christmas presents while apologizing profusely, thus making it even more difficult to say how much we loved them. And another gave us objects which were frankly unidentifiable…we could never make out a WHAT THEY WERE FOR. Batty…

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  6. Sacha Black says:

    I know dead flies is a partial memoir ish. But you could so write memoirs for real. Your level of recollection is mind blowing. Hilarious too

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  7. Excellent piece, well illustrated

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  8. jan says:

    All of my aunts passed relatively young – one of them was quite a character, my crazy Auntie Dottie! Great pictures – your aunties sound fabulous!

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  9. Charli Mills says:

    Todd had a few of those Great-Aunts and a few really great aunts! I enjoy your perspective on both.

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  10. TanGental says:

    Thanks Sherri they are writers gold really

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  11. As an aunt, I hope that mine like me despite how crazy I am!

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  12. April Munday says:

    You’ve given me something to look forward to. It can’t be too long before I become a great aunt and I like to think I’ll be the nutty kind, but not the frightening kind.

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  13. globalhousesitterX2 says:

    Loved it. I am sure my nieces could relate this to me 🙂 Who wants to be a run of the mill auntie!

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