When I saw the picture of my Aunt Susie and my first-grade teacher Mrs. McEvers on the front page of the December 4th edition of the Burke County Tribune under the title, “Dixon Celebrates 40 Years in Salon Business”, my first thought was, “No way! 40-years ago wasn’t that long ago.” But, alas, I crunched the numbers, and it all added up.

Susie wasn’t very old when I was born, and coincidentally, neither was I. In genealogical and/or ancestral terms, she is not my Great-Aunt, but she is a great Aunt, and a kind, caring, selfless pillar of the community of Lignite and Burke County.

When I was a wee lad, Susie would sometimes babysit my brother Jarvis and myself while our parents piously attended Reverand Laurie Chrest’s bible study group at The 109 Church. I always knew when Susie was going to be our sitter, there would be a pre-payment of condolences in the form of TJ Swann in the fridge to ease the pain that was my brother and I.

“Little Creeps” as Susie mostly lovingly, and always rightfully, referred to us knuckleheads. I loved when she was in charge for the night, because if she was our sitter there was a good chance that some of the Burke Central High School class of 1983 would be called in for entertainment and reinforcements…and I would get to watch Saturday Night Live. “Back when it was funny.” As we of a certain age like to profess.

We loved being her Little Creeps and diligently strove to live up to the moniker. Oftentimes us Little Creeps would be abandoned at the farm with Susie in charge while the adults did adult stuff somewhere away from the farm. “Abandoned” might be a bit strong, we loved nothing more than going to the farm. Everyone should be so lucky as to have a grandparent’s “farm” in their young lives. A place where rules are bent and often broken.

A place where a bottomless tin of Strawberry Nesquik is in perpetual supply, and when Susie is in charge, you get a bendy or swirly straw to blow bubbles in it until it covers the kitchen table.

A place where the long rubber hose from big red fire extinguisher filled with fine white powder can be stuffed into the front of your little brothers ToughSkins jeans and sprayed until the fine white powder shoots out of the bottom of both of his pant legs…when Susie is in charge.

She isn’t to blame. You turn your back to clean up a kitchen table hemorrhaging Strawberry Nesquik and Little Creeps will do what Little Creeps will do. So it goes.

She had been annoyed with us often, like when we ate her cherry flavored lip gloss or gave her dolls crew-cuts, but the fire extinguisher incident may be the only time I remember her actually being mad at us Little Creeps. Perhaps that’s why she was instrumental in helping me to maintain my glorious mullet, or why she eagerly complied with my ill-fated request to have the New York Yankees symbol shaved into the side of my head? Little Creep payback.

I’m quite proud of my Aunt Susie…a great aunt indeed.