I never forgot that smell; or that hair. . .
The first time must have been before I was born, because I would never have forgotten Aunt Doris.
Of course, there were never any weddings that I know of, but there could of been, since I was told Uncle Eddy usually got married in Las Vegas. He usually got divorced at Taco Bell too—but
that's another story.
It was her smell that transported me to eight-year-old heaven. The aroma of scented powder, vanilla, and
rose petals--it bypassed my nostrils and went directly to my budding. . . imagination.
Aunt Doris had big hair, big bosoms, and a big personality.
I‘m still looking for my own Aunt Doris.