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 were
never 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. 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. Im still looking for my own Aunt Doris.