I remember stopping to visit Aunt Vicky just after she and Nana had moved to Durham ,N.C.
She made me feel right at home. As I recall, in order to get the job promotion she had to learn to drive a car and move out of state. Considering that she had lived her entire life in New York it was quite an adventure. She was a bit amazed herself. I don't think I gave her enough credit for her accomplishment. Not many of us could have done that. She was rightfully proud of being able to drive and chauffeured us to some tourist spots to enjoy them with us. We had a great time and I will treasure those memories.
More recently she has been a generous source of family stories and documents as I've started to work on the family Geneology. She and my Dad have made the past come alive. I've been blessed to have such a loving caring Aunt and I will miss her.
Growing up, Vicky and I were inseparable. The environment was one of poverty and depression. We lived in a small 3 room tenement flat above a vacant store with our father who was physically handicapped from a stroke, teenage sister (who subsequently passed away in childbirth) and our grandparents. Grandma's vision was severely impaired and grandfather was approaching 90 years of age, but they assumed responsibility for our household. Vicky and I use to reminisce about the countless school lunches of fried potatoes prepared by our Grandfather.
I must have been a difficult child to control remembering the many paddlings I received. Vicky took it upon herself to be my protector and assumed responsibility for me, calling me her "lil brudder" in an exaggerated Brooklynese accent.
During our growing up years that bond remained strong, not withstanding time spent away during my service in the Marine Corps during WWII, our subsequent marriages and raising of our families. We were separated geographically but never grew apart. Vicky always being there for me and I, in turn hopefully, for her.
In later years, we discussed life and death, even joking about this rapidly approaching event. Of course we hoped and prayed that when it came, it would be quick and possibly painless, sparing our families the burden of caring for us as invalids. Thankfully, Vicky got that wish granted, departing rather quickly and, hopefully, with few painful moments.
Now my regret and everlasting anguish is that I could not be with her in those last moments, to hold her hand and provide some little comfort as she had always provided for me. I am pained deeply. Dee and I will provide the urn for her ashes. I pray that this small gesture will provide me some closure, in a small way have the effect of embracing her, thanking her for the years of comfort that she had provided me. May God be with her and may she rest in peace. Unending love from her "lil brudder", Tony
I will always reflect fondly on Aunt Vicki; remembering her sense of family, her humility, her thoughtfulness and warm, loving nature - and not least of all, her sense of fun. As an adult, I remember picking up Aunt Vicki at the airport with my Dad. Aunt Vicki greeted her younger sibling with the taunt, "Tony! You're getting bald!". To which Dad retorted, "Vee! You're getting fat!". Apparently, this was their usual, accepted greeting for each other. And I can still hear Aunt Vicki's wonderful laugh when we all sat around the Whitestone dining room table sharing a tub of ice cream or a plate of Italian pastries, us all poking away at them until they all disappeared.
I remember too her generosity to me as a little girl (growing up, there was always much excitement in our house when Aunt Vicki's Christmas packages arrived!) and when I was a young, working girl in NYC and she charged me only a nominal rent for my apartment.
Thank you, Aunt Vicki- not just for what you gave but for what you were, a truly special person and role model. I could not have asked for a better Aunt.
Love always, Diane
I admire Grandma Vicki for the steadfast dedication that she showed for her girls (my mom and aunt), always putting them first. I will always remember her for the bright pink lipstick kiss marks that she would leave on our cheeks. I'm glad we were able to spend so much time with her this summer and I will always treasure our memories with "Great Vicki."
Vicki was such a great Aunt. Her warmth just enveloped you. I wish that we could have seen more of each other. The world is a worse place without her but heaven certainly is a better place now. She will be sorely missed. Like she always said to me, God bless you.