Monday, November 6, 2017
Aunt Peg was my mother's first cousin (Janet Montgomery McGovern Calhoun) and the two of them were close in age growing up, playing together in the summers of Augusta, Georgia. When my grandmother, Margaret Montgomery McGovern, was in her last illness, Aunt Peg was the closest family member left in Evanston. She would pop round to visit my grandmother nearly every day and bring her a hot dish or help out around the apartment, a kindness that my mom and Aunt Carol never forgot. Years later, when my son and I used to go up to Milwaukee for his medical treatment every few months, Aunt Peg and Uncle Baylor would insist that we spend at least a night with them in Evanston. They took us to see my grandparents' house, to the Marine Museum, to the Rose Garden, and complained that we had to leave for home after just a day with them. They would treat us to wonderful dinners and slip my little son a toy they'd bought in the museum shop, over my protests. Aunt Peg was a warm, generous part of our family and she and Erick will be in our prayers.
