My aunt Millie was different. She swept in, gathered us up, and took us to the museum to see the dinosaur bones. When you are 11, there is nothing better than dinosaur bones. Unless it's ice cream, which we also had. I remember my father's youngest sibling as, well ... young (she'd have been in her middle 30s then), pretty, feisty, stylish and fun. She was like a rainbow seen against sepia tones.