Aunt Charlene, you were one of kind. A visit to the Ahrens' house always meant one was for times filled with love, laughter, hugs, and last, but never least, ice cream!! And, when the Ahrens visited Austin, Aunt Charlene’s childish, gregarious nature always ensured good times as well. The Ahrens’ almost always stayed at the Chariot Inn off IH35. The establishment most likely received several complaints about the noise coming from their room as we were a noisy group when we got together. An activity that soon became a ritual was jumping on the beds. Never doubt, Aunt Charlene not only joined in the fun, but was the ringleader. I once asked her why we could jump on beds at the hotel, but not at home. She looked me straight in eye and said, “Hotels expect people to jump on their beds, but absolutely NO jumping on beds at home!”. And, she was serious, I mean, heads would roll if you dared sit on her bedspreads, much less jump on her beds!!
Love you, Aunt Charlene
Carol Bull