Last week the last of my Dad's generation was laid to rest. Aunt Verna is a part of my earliest memories. Before I'd entered school she came for a visit. One afternoon as we passed a roadside fruit stand she asked if I liked cantaloupe. I'd never had such a thing and she told me that is was the best thing ever. It melted in your mouth and was quite possibly better than ice cream. On the way back home we stopped and bought several of these wonderful fruits. I became suspicious when the melons were cut and I caught wind of the musty smell but after a bite I knew I'd been sold a bill of goods! I just received a package filled with family things. One was an old autograph album of Aunt Verna's from 1938-1945. In it were many heartfelt messages to: "Irish" "Itty Bit" and "Little one". I learned that she had gone to Greeley and Steamboat Springs to signal school in the hopes of becoming a W.A.A.C. and serve in WWII. The following speaks o
And Her Never Ending knitting