Munro’s stories were born five decades ago in a small English village where children were seen and not heard, fathers were wacky, neighbors were snoopy, and maiden aunts were beautifully crafted artifices. Her original stories, dolloped with characters reminiscent of those from her childhood, telling of domestic shenanigans and outings gone revealingly awry are written with meticulous timing. Rich in details about the frailty and strength of the human spirit, her stories resonate with the truth of what is means to be human.
From the Hartford, Courant: Born in a small English village "where children were seen, but never heard," Munro said this is how she learned the important arts of listening and watching. "I was fascinated by the power of the individual voice." Munro's career as a professional storyteller has included appearances as a feature teller at the National Storytelling Festival in historic Jonesborough, Tennessee; the Connecticut Storytelling Festival in New London; and R. J. Julia Booksellers in Madison. Other performances include Madison Lyric Stage.
My Aunty Lily was beautiful. She was tall and elegant and always wore her long auburn hair piled high on the top of her head in a bun. She always wore designer clothes and she always long golden earrings that reached all the way to her shoulders. But the thing I loved best about Aunty Lily was the fact that she swore. She swore like a trooper. She even swore when she came over for tea on Sundays and my mother, who could not abide bad language of any kind, never said a word!
There was an air of mystery surrounding Aunty Lily that I found both compelling and dangerous, and how it was that mother managed to persuade her to take me into town for a much needed pair of school shoes, I'll never know, but such lc(
![Aunty Lily: and other delightfully perverse stories [Hardcover]](/itemImage/2/6/7/1/2_5173271.jpg "Aunty Lily: and other delightfully perverse stories [Hardcover]")