I never forgot that smell; or that hair. . .
The first time must have been before I was born, because I know I would never have forgotten Aunt Doris.
Of course, there never were
any weddings that I know of, but there could of been, since I was told that Uncle Eddy usually got married in Las Vegas. I'm not sure where he got divorced, but that's another story.
It was her smell that transported me to eight-year-old heaven. It was the aroma of scented powder, vanilla, and rose petals, and it bypassed my nostrils and went directly to my budding. . . imagination.
Aunt Doris had big hair, big bosooms, and a big personality. I went through three wives before I finally found my own Aunt Doris.