GD, your aunt sounds like quite a lady. I hope she is remembered as much as she will be missed.
And yes, do treasure those storries.
I remember pushing my grandad around in a wheelchair at DL back in the 1970's just a few years before he passed away. He was born in 1889, and was telling me about the first time he saw a "Horseless Carrige". He and a friend had stopped for the night at a stable at the side of the road. They tended to their horses and laid down on the hay and went to sleep. They hadn't noticed that two stalls over a car had parked for the night (old habbits die hard, I suppose
). Well early in the morning they awoke to this loud noise that startled them and the horses. They jumped up to see this catraption pulling away down the road.
Remember the stories- and pass them on.