Just got the news today that Tantine died. This was my “other mom” who watched me during the day when my parents were at work from birth (I was born at the end of July and school started in August) till I went to Kindergarten. I would go with them on weekends and for a week in the summer to their “country house” on the farm. She only spoke French, and never understood our strange American ways- especially Halloween! Au revoir Tantine.