Mom's sisters all lived out-of-town. Blanche lived in Provo. Leah lived in Bountiful. Marvel lived in Granger. We occasionally visited them but most often they came to visit Grandma in Heber and spent the day either at Grandma's or our house. When Dad found out they were coming, he would get a little giggly voice and say, "Oh goody, the sisters are coming today." He knew that Mom was especially cheery when "the sisters" came into town. He was an eternal tease. But we did know that everyone was happier when mom's sisters came, whether one at a time or all together.
I was thinking about their relationship this morning and marveled at the kindness and love they had for one another. I can not think of a time that one of them was angry with one of the others. They laughed and cried together. They solved one another's problems together. They shared problems, sorrows and joys.
I remember when mom was having some health problems in the early 70's. My aunts didn't notice me sitting nearby listening. Mom was out of earshot but I listened to all their talk about what they could do to help her get better. Family member's health and well being was foremost in their minds. They felt the same way about their brothers. They would move heaven and earth to create comfort for the grieving or suffering.
To their credit, I never noticed any jealousy or anger in the hearts of my mother and my aunts.
I think it is their good example that has shown me how sisters treat sisters. Like mom, I feel so much love for my brothers and sisters. When I see them suffering, I feel pain. When I see them happy, I am happier. I wouldn't hurt one of them for the world. Thank you Mom, for being such a wonderful example of love and compassion. I thank the Moultons for carrying on Mary and Hyrum's good nature and kindness as a legacy of love.
