Starting Over

I am rewriting history. That's what all memoir writers do: create a movie seen through the eyes of one completely unobjective viewer. Although I am not in the starring role of this film, I admit, unabashedly, that it is all about me.
The main characters are two women whom I admired- loved even- and was most often baffled by: great souls whom, in my frustration, I abandoned in the end and only came to really know several years after their deaths.
Zora and Hughberta Steenson were my husband's aunts. They were artists: Zora made her living as a professional artist all of her very long life; Hughberta had a more varied working career, but always had her hand in some art related business. Both were lifelong art students- accomplished and at times well recognized. Bob's father was their "baby" brother: a rational, practical man who survived an impoverished childhood and the material and educational deprivations of the Depression to become an executive in one of the nation's largest corporations. Forces of Nature and Nurture in their quirky dynamics had produced a remarkably dissimilar set of siblings.