Mary Hazel Pariseau

My first recollection of my Aunt Hazel was when I was nine years old. I was an introverted, shy little girl who immediately was smitten by her aunt. Although she would have been in her middle 50's she was so much fun! I remember she gave me a little doll figurine and yellow socks with lace on them - I was thrilled. My Aunt Hazel was ageless with her young disposition, creamy skin and forthrightness when assessing situations. I think my Dad, her baby brother, was much like that. My phone calls...