It was Easter Sunday and our family was getting ready for church. My mothers sister Trudy had joined us for the holiday, all the way from Ackeran, Iowa.
It had rained the night Trudy came to town. Three and a half inches. By the time she got into the house, she was ankle deep in water. Her shoes were soaked. The only extra pair of slippers we had in the house that fit her were a pair from my brothers Halloween costume. Trudy didn't bat an eye, she had the funniest sense of humor. Off to church we went.
The next week, when the church bulletin came out. There were Aunt Trudy's feet on the front page as most outstanding guest of the week.