Photo: Joy Pixley
The boarding house my Aunt Liz lived in was all timber with a magnificent timber staircase. As kids we loved to run up and down the stairs playing all sorts of games.
Aunt Liz would tell us there was a sick man on the third floor and to be quiet. Over the years there was always a sick person on one floor or the other. We realized it was Aunt Liz’s way of keep us quiet.
Mum called Aunt Liz a spendthrift. She reckoned her sister had loads of money but you’d never know it as everything in my Aunt’s unit was old and worn, like her.
When she died mum went to clean up her place, threw out the old and patched clothes and went looking for her sister’s stash.
Under the floor boards in the kitchen was a space in which there was a bag containing more money than I’d ever seen. A note was attached telling mum to spend it wisely.