The book is a richly illustrated 131-page spiral-bound masterpiece in some terrible mid-90s font. It is entitled Memoirs of Louise Curtis (Poore) Muzrall, Fall 2009 (note to self: shelve with memoirs, you dolt). Aunt Louise, born in 1918, was 91 when she wrote it, so don’t tell me you can’t write a book.
Aunt Louise was one of the ones who got away (from West Newbury). She married her brother-in-law, Arthur Muzrall, in 1942, and they moved to Norwell, where she lived for the rest of her very long life. I remember her as a veiled threat when I was a very young child living in Canada reluctantly writing thank-you cards. Aunt Louise had been a teacher in a one-room schoolhouse, I was told. Your printing had better be magnificent. Later, when she would come back to the house in West Newbury to visit her sisters, she was joyful and kind, always laughing with Aunt Emily, her best friend and little sister.
Perhaps it was because she went away that the house in West Newbury, and her early life there, took on such importance to Aunt Louise. She spent much of her retirement working on our family genealogy with her niece, Sue Follansbee, and then, in her 90s, as her siblings passed away one by one, she sat down with Aunt Emily and Cousin Sue and wrote down everything she remembered from what she calls “way back when.”