Saturday, November 23, 2019
I have fond memories of Aunt Gladys. For years, the Macbeths and the Caswells would alternate hosting Thanksgiving gatherings, and whether the celebrations were in Old Saybrook or Jamestown, they were always fun. Seeing Aunt Gladys, Uncle Chuck, Tom, Steve, Eric, and Chris was always a welcome, refreshing, and enlightening diversion from the Jamestown routine. The Macbeths graciously invited our family up to their Vermont campground before they built their log cabin, and those memories of “roughing it,” with the campfire tales, bathing in the frigid brook, and running amok in the woods have lasted and will continue to last a lifetime. Aunt Gladys was a loving, generous, caring, and devoted woman, and I was proud to call her my aunt.
