Aunt Helen was a gentle sweet lady who would quietly sit with my mom, Barbara, and I when I got to come home to Pittsburg from Montana. She would sip on a cold one and giggle and tell stories about when the folks were kids. Uncle Melvin Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Clarence and Aunt Marie and many, many cousins at Tierney reunions. I remember the ones in Independence and going to Swoke Park and catching crawdads. All of Aunts and Aunt Helen's formals were downstairs in Grandma Tierney's spooky basement' Me and Cathy would evade Aunts Anna and Elizabeth and sneak down there to play. Grandma would scare us back up with her PETER QUILL one the first step. thunk. PETER QUILL on the second step. Screams and giggles brought us back up to sit under the huge dining room table and eavesdrop on a grown ups family meeting. Billy, Stan, Cindy and whoever was the baby and hundreds of cousins