Darlene Hanaway
Your mother was a grand lady. I remember her coming over often after my dad died. She was such a great baker. She would always bring us something. I loved sitting around the table listening to her and my mother talk. (My mother said we could be seen but not heard.) Rosella would talk about everything and throw a sh-- now and then. I loved it. I thought she was the neatest aunt I ever had. God bless her.