I can remember growing up and visiting my Aunt Helen on perhaps two ocassions. I remember that she lived in this classy apartment building in a very nice streert. The halls were clean and shinning and there was an elevator. At that time, she was married and her husband was frequently away as he worked as a merchant seaman.
I thought that the apartment was modern and well furnished. Aunt Helem was my fashionable sophisticated aunt. When my older sister and I would visit, it was like stepping into a special place. I cannot remember how old I was , but I remember that she treated us as young women not children.
