When I was a young child, my parents made sure to always include my Aunt Olive in all of our holiday celebrations. My aunt, who was actually my great-aunt, was born in 1906. A petite woman, she never left the house unless she was dressed to the nines. Her hair was always perfectly coiffed, covered in a plastic bonnet whenever she went outside. She had impeccable manners, but like all of the other Millers, was blunt with her opinions and could drop an occasional curse word.