Joan Mckenzie
I remember Aunt Vilma piercing my ears on one of her usual Sunday visit to our house. I was 12 years old at the time and so happy I will be getting a pair of earrings. As the days go by my ears became so sore and painful, I would not allow my mom to touch them. Next Sunday came Aunt Vilma was back with my earrings. OMG she squeezed and clean those ears. Will never forget the pain but I got my earrings. Love you aunt Vilma. May your soul rest in peace. Your niece Joan