I’ve met a number of tough people over the years – ones who carry weapons, fight wars, or stare down thugs merely with the baleful expression of their eyes. But for sheer tenacity, none of these characters holds a candle to my Great Aunt Mary.
Cows are big, scary creatures. When I was a child and my family visited Kansas, we would sometimes be roped into helping move the lumbering beasts to a different pasture.
That’s another habit of hers – naming animals after politicians.
Aunt Mary’s thoughts on politics and other current events come from television and radio programs. Although she’s very sharp in other ways, she does make a credulous audience.
Never marrying, she has lived alone on the farm for as long as I can remember, and there’s no sign of a retirement home in her future. Aunt Mary knows that she can take care of herself.
Here’s to my Great Aunt Mary, the toughest human being I’ve ever met.