I'll always remember Aunt Mad's Christmas cookies in a decorated oatmeal box (I bet she had plenty after
feeding 5 kids plus kids she babysat).
They were beautiful and delicious and, I am told, were a production line product that all the kids helped with.
I remember kids sitting on the stairs
for punishment and closets full of beautiful clothes passed down and remade for the next girl. I remember
trying to pitch in and help like everybody did in that house and making a mess of opening a coffee can, but Uncle Al fixed it. Together they made
the best kind of family, a team that
worked together for the good of all.
I'm sure Aunt Mad will be organizing
heaven, for the better. All my love
and prayers for the family.