Remembering Two Women Who Married Driver Men – My New England Connections

2014 has begun with the passing of two special ladies who married into the DRIVER family.  On January 08, 2014, the first to pass was my Aunt Aloo (Ava "Aloo" Jhabvala) Driver who was married to my Uncle Edwin D. Driver for at least 64 years.  She was an accomplished person born in Mumbai, Bombay, India who became a college professor as well as the mother to three of my cousins.  I did not see much of her or her family, but when I did it was great.  I remember, as a child, I had a strong dislike for funerals.  Aunt Aloo and I had this in common.  The times we did see each other, I do remember a soft-spoken person who had a kind heart.  In the early 90’s, I had the chance to visit her and my Uncle at their home in Massachusetts.  This was a memorable time for me and my family.  She will be missed and my prayers are with the family.

My aunt Loretta (Loretta B. Carrey) was the second to pass on Feb 07, 2014.  She preceded my Uncle Bill (William Thomas Driver) by 20 years.  Both had been married since the 1940’s and lived the majority of their lives in Connecticut. I spent many of summers with Uncle Bill and Aunt Loretta.  I remember whenever I would see them, they would make me feel loved and welcomed.  She loved to read her romance novels as Uncle Bill and I would do things like fish, make a table in his workshop or just hang out.  When the both of them were working, they always made sure I had friends my age in their neighborhood to play with.  I have such fond memories of them both. When I think back on my childhood, the days I spent in their home were some of the best days of my life.  Later in like I would see them more during family functions at my Aunt Rena’s house in Washington, DC.  They would love to be around the family and play cards.  I know all of them are enjoying a card game in heaven this day.

(William T. Driver, Loretta B. Driver and Rena Harris)

Now, there is only one person left of that generation.  I have witness the passing of many ancestors over the years.  These ancestors help to mold the person that I am today.  Although I dearly miss them all, they will always have a place in my memory and heart.  May God bless their surviving families for many generations to come.