(Aunt) Carol Hoover Thompson


My grandparents Charles and Francis Thompson, Carol and Bob on wedding day, Carol's parents, Jesse Hoover (and right now I don't recall his name.) The photo taken at the Hoover farm. This photo was hand colored.


Carol and Gayle Thompson

Carol was my aunt by marriage. I've always been delighted Uncle Bob had the good sense to marry her. She was a corker. Carol was a most loving and generous person. She welcomed all comers into her life and especially made her family feel loved. Plus she was just brilliant.


Michael and I often spent weekends at Bob and Carol’s ranch in Broadbent. Poor Uncle Bob, four women in the household and only one bathroom, an array of Avon products like a yellow bottle of Topaz lotion, decorating the counter, the bathroom always smelled sweet. Broadbent had one store/gas station, a community church, and a grade school. Betsy, Jeanne and Gayle had, wonder of wonders, a charge account at the market. The market had a small selection of toys and somebody usually bought me a minuscule plastic tea set that lasted for two tea parties before coming apart at the seams. I had a penchant for tea parties. Sometimes Aunt Carol allowed me to use her “Desert Rose” China tea set for full blown tea parties.



We’d sleep in the screened summer porch, zipping two sleeping bags together. All of us kids would squirm into the sleeping bags, laughing and talking in the dark. We could fart at will so a dare game evolved where one by one we took turns at the bottom while the others all broke wind. Being able to hold my breath for a limited time I was delighted to find an air gap where the two bags zipped together. It later turned out that everyone had discovered the same gap.



We’d breakfast on dry cereal with fresh cream from the previous nights milking. We were water dogs, the river was nearby and warm in July and we’d spend most of the day diving and splashing in the water with a bunch of Broadbent kids, not a parent in sight. On the way home we’d swing by the market and buy fudge-cicles on account.

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Comments

Ronda Laveen said…
Great images. The fresh cream on cereal reminds me of my grandfather. He lived in a small farming community in northern California and had fresh cream delivered daily in return for his vegetables from his garden.
Janice said…
Yes, Aunt Carol was a "corker", and so are your memories.
L. D. said…
What a great story. A charge account at a store was a marvel, that they let the kids use it, wow. I like the hand painted photo.
Martin said…
Wonderful recollections of a happy childhood. The sleeping-bag antics are typical. Swimming in the river is the stuff of fairy-tales for most children today.

Carol had the most beautiful eyes, didn't she?
Alan Burnett said…
Great memories. The words paint just as vivid a picture as the photographs.
MuseSwings said…
The farm looks like an idyllic place for summers, and your description confirms this! Wonderful post!
Betsy Brock said…
Brillians AND beautiful...you just can't beat that! Lovely photos and story!
Meri said…
What a fabulous recollection of childhood! It's so nurturing for children to have wonderful aunts and uncles to visit -- and getting to use real teacups for tea parties just cements the memories.
Tess Kincaid said…
I enjoyed reading about your sweet memories. Beautiful photos!
PattyF said…
What wonderful memories! Wouldn't it be great if every child could experience summers like that? Your Aunt Carol sounds like a marvelous woman. Thanks so much for sharing her and your childhood with us!
Anonymous said…
Great image of the river, as well. Spent many times in Grandpa's lake, up in the Catskills...and I won't even start on cousins, heh...
lettuce said…
funny fart story

I love the wedding photo - being hand-coloured and in the countryside, really fab. And her hair in that 2nd picture, so elegant.
Which is you in that last photo? i love it!
Stephanie said…
I'm the youngest girl in the photo - the one with a ponytail.
Jen said…
What images you evoked with just your writing. I used to visit a friend who had a summer place out in the country, your story brought back memories or those lazy days swimming in the river and walking to the general store to buy afternoon snacks and magazines.
Unknown said…
The hand-colored wedding photo is really charming. Those porch sleepovers sound pretty wild!
Anonymous said…
Aunt Carol sounds like a doll. I love her blue dress in the wedding photo. It sounds like you had so much fun at her house!
Anonymous said…
This is great stuff: great pictures with happy memories! :) Have a great week, Steph... The Bach
Mel said…
Great stories and photos. Aunt Carol's hair in the second photo is stunning!
Valerie said…
Those summers sound idyllic. Your aunt was certainly a good looking woman and I'm quite taken with the hair style. I once had some hand-coloured photographs ... curious now, wondering what happened to them!
Cathy said…
Wow, I just loved Aunt Carol too. Such a humorous lady ... I have some funny stories also.

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