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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
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Definitely "ahnt." But I grew up in eastern Massachusetts.
I’m afraid I pronounce it without much of a “t” at the end. It’s apparently called t-dropping.
Ant! I had one Aunt, five--or four-- Great-Aunts (depending on whether you count in-laws) and four Uncles plus three Great-Uncles The family lines have dwindled. Only six first cousins by blood, four still living....all of us old.
Me: three aunts, two great-aunts, no pretend aunts, a category of relation that drove me crazy when I was in high school: “But she’s not yer aunt!”
Make that three great-aunts, one of whom I met exactly once.
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