Aunt May was Grandpa Coyle’s aunt, making her my great-great aunt. (I don;t subscribe to this “grand aunt” nonsense the genealogy industry tries to sell.)
The Coyles moved from PA coal country to Buffalo’s East Side in the 1910s.
Sadly, I don’t really remember Aunt May. But her legacy lives on… in of all things, her furniture.
Aunt May’s hinged, drop-leaf dining room table is in our dining room and has become a place where we gather for big family meals, where we work when we “work from home,” and where I’ve written at least one book.