Mother & Father had friends from New Jersey. The five of us called them Aunt Ruth & Uncle Abraham. They were not related to us. I had so many real Aunties & Uncles that I always found this odd and for some reason it just didn't seem right. I asked Mother why I had to call them Aunt Ruth & Uncle Abraham. Her reply "because I said so". Another thing that I thought was odd - they didn't have any children. They were the only grown-ups that I knew that didn't. It just didn't seem right. At least three times a year sometimes more they would drive down to the house on top of the hill and stay for a week or more. I really did love both of them and was always very excited when Mother would tell the five of us that they were coming down. They always brought presents. A lot of presents. Mother loved visiting with Aunt Ruth as much as Father enjoyed Uncle Abrahams company. They would take all five of us to the
movies, the amusement parks, the Sharptown Carnival, The Delaware State Fair. Whatever exciting that was going on at the time of their visit that's where they'd take us. At night Uncle Abraham loved to tuck us in bed. He'd take turns making sure we were all nice and "tucked". I was only ten when Uncle Abraham started tucking me in. In his own special way. Uncle Abraham told me that I was the only one that got his special good night and that I must never tell anyone. It was our special secret. I can still remember just how much I enjoyed the physical sensations. But just like having to call them Uncle Abraham and Aunt Ruth and just like them not having any children of their own this just didn't seem right. I always wondered how something that would make me feel so good could also make me cry myself to sleep. Four years later Father died and soon after Ruth and Abraham retired and moved down from New Jersey to Delaware. Right down the road from Granny & Pop-Pop. I never visited them and I never called them Aunt and Uncle again. I also never told Mother. I now wish that I had. But at the time it just didn't seem right.