Before I do anything here…….I want you to go over to the link at the left of the page and view the beautiful (and very large) framed counted cross-stitch Ellen made and sent. She is something else. It is a very special piece because she continued working on it all through her journey with the diagnosis of her cancer and treatment up to now. How can I not love such a gift……..or the giver? She taped the “story” of The Whistle Stop Café on the back….taken from one of her favorite books. Because the book is so meaningful to her I plan to read it in the future. With such a good review from her, it has to be worth the time. Stop by her blog site and tell her what you think of her piece……..just wish you could see it in person, but I’ll enjoy it for all of you. Thanks again, Ellen. You are loved back.

January 1988 was uneventful. Routine visits to see mom because the weather was too severe for her to get out….routine days at work….applicants were scarce because we couldn’t give road tests due to slick streets, and so we stayed “put” and just did written tests much of the time. There is always paper work to be done when we aren’t able to do anything else. I do like January because it polarizes activities and slows life down……..that’s a good thing.

February turned into March and on the 10th we received word that aunt Mardelle died. She was married to dad’s older brother, Emil. They had moved back to Omaha for better doctors after selling their home in Kimberling City, MO. We sent flowers to the family but didn’t try to make the trip for the funeral.

The rest of the month slid by and we were all relieved when April turned over on the calendar. It seemed winter had been very long and very cold this year. Spring is always a time for renewal and Missouri was ready for her arrival……….

Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther