Sunday, March 11, 2007

Ina Marie Hill 1921 - 2007

Peggy and I are, at the moment, on the road en route to the funeral of my Aunt Ina who died last week. I pretty much stayed up all of last night thinking about my aunt and, this morning, decided I would like to make a blog post regarding my recollections. This first photo is Aunt Ina taken, I am guessing, right around 1950 shortly after moving to Texas from Ohio.

As a child I remember always being happy to visit my Aunt Ina and Uncle Dill and recall my aunt as a very nice, fun person. I liked it even better when they came to visit us in Greenville.

When you really sit and try to think back 50 years to when you were a kid, it is odd the silly things that pop into your head. One goofy thing I have never forgotten was that Aunt Ina had some of these aluminum glasses that used to be popular back in the 50's. Totally impractical inventions that, if you put something cold inside, would condense rivers of water on the outside. Of course, that means nothing to a six year old and I could not wait to get to Aunt Ina's and get a drink out of that wonderful anodized aluminum container.

I also saw my first remote control TV at my Aunt Ina's house and thought it was just incredible. This was probably in the late 50's and the remote had only two buttons, if I remember correctly. One, through a series of gears and belts, rotated the channel tuner clockwise and you can guess what the other one did. Of course you really needed a remote control living right in the heart of the Metroplex and being able to pick up 8 or 9 stations! TV at my Aunt Ina's house was quite an adventure for a young boy from Greenville used to, maybe, three and half stations on a good day. I wonder if women, in those days, understood the male's absolute right to ownership, and sole possession of the remote control?

As a child I saw my aunt as a nice, fun person but, I did not gain a full appreciation for her until well after I became an adult. This is when I learned what an intelligent, opinionated, interesting person she really was. In stark contrast to the vast majority which are meek, compliant sheep willing to be lead around by, so called, political or religious leaders, my Aunt Ina had a mind of her own and was not afraid to express herself, and I loved this about her. In fact, I have noticed that is a characteristic common to most of her brothers and sisters as well. Is that trait learned or genetic? I prefer to think genetic, and hope I inherited some of those genes through the Joneses.

And, speaking of those genes, here are my Grandparents (my aunt's parents), Cliff and Marie Jones. I think this photo is from about 1915 in Cameron, Ohio.

As someone who despises laziness, practically the highest compliment I can give someone is to say they worked hard. My Aunt Ina was one of the hardest working people I have ever known. She raised a large family and I know she worked many overtime hours at General Dynamics and, worked many years longer than financial need required. She was a bundle of energy!

Here is a photo of Aunt Ina and her oldest daughter, Barbara from around 1954. I wish I also had a digital image of Ina and Uncle Dill together to post but, we are driving down the interstate with no way scan a snap shot. And, thank you to Wally and Ruth Ann for the photos that are posted here today.

I am going to miss my Aunt Ina and think the world is probably a little less interesting place this week than it was last.


Jo said...

I'm sorry to hear about your Aunt Ina's passing; she sounded interesting for sure. Thank you for sharing your memories of her with us.

tigresslire said...

Hey it's Trixi. I just wanted to leave a comment saying that this is just lovely. It made me smile remembering the good times. Thanks so much for taking the time to write this about my grandma.

Anonymous said...

I remember those aluminum glasses. You're right, they were the coolest and I just got a catalog a few weeks ago with some in it and it reminded me of Aunt Ina. I remember going to her house and spending the week with Roxanna. I got scared and she let me call Moma to I'd calm down and stay the whole week with them. We had lots of fun times. I'll miss her. Pam

Anonymous said...

I would like to say want a beautiful piece you did on Mom. Everything you said was a true -- it's been a week and I certainly miss her. Thank you again for giving me some more memories to hold onto about a wonderful, caring woman who I'm proud was my Mother.