Aunt Marge and Uncle Eddie possessed such patience. When I was just 4 years old, I wanted to sleep over Aunt Marge and Uncle Eddie's apartment like my older brother Ronnie. They agreed and I packed my little overnight bag and headed off to 411 W. 50th Street. During the night, I awakened to a raging storm and was frightened. Aunt Margie and Uncle Eddie did everything to try to calm me, but I wanted to go home NOW! So, they packed me up and Uncle Eddie stood downstairs in the rain hailing a cab to bring me home.
I didn't ask to sleep over again until I was a tween. By now, they had their home in Howell. I came down from the city and was so impressed with their "huge" house. I was especially impressed with their bathroom and couldn't wait to take a shower. Well, I guess I was in there a long time and suddenly I heard a frantic knock on the door. "Niecy, Niecy, there's a flood out in the hall". I left the shower curtain outside the tub! I'm sure it took a great deal of restraint, but Aunt Marge never scolded me.
Aunt Marge was always gentle, patient and kind. She was always there for me if I had any questions about school subjects, religion or anything else. I'm 61 and she always remembered me on my birthday with an eloquent heartfelt message.
I will miss her dearly; but I find comfort knowing she is now in Heaven with Uncle Ed.
