Two of my aunts

My aunt Shirley, on the right, left home for Boston just past her twentieth birthday in the early 1950s. I was just a couple of years old. She came home every few years on visits, and we always enjoyed each other's company. She died last week.

From the 1970s until Peggy's death in 2015, she and Peggy were partners. Peggy was my aunt by common-law marriage.

Here, while we were visiting them in Boston in 1995, my wife borrowed my Canonet and took a picture of the three of us. It is one of my favourite pictures of them, and only partly because I am squeezed in between them: I love the looks on their faces.

Peggy and Shirley died on the same day eight years apart. They both would have liked that fact.