Aunt Jean was my mom away from home. Always welcoming and accepting of one more mouth to feed. One of my fondest memories was when she asked Tim, Mike and I to pick sour cherries. I ate more than I put in the basket and when she came for the baskets and looked in mine, she just looked at me and laughed at how few made it into the basket. Not sure how many raccoons she allowed the kids to raise and how gentle she was with all of the animals. Heavens gain is our loss.
15 février 2026 à 06:44