I remember your mom best when I was in college and my parents were living in Virginia. Your parents "adopted" me and made their home on 42nd St my home away from college on breaks and weekends. I can remember coming down in the morning to be greeted by your mom and the contractor remodeling the kitchen; I never knew where the table was going to be, or if there was going to be one in the corner.
Also, I learned about Fruit Soup from your mother, as I was not Scandinavian it was a foreign dish to me, but it was a Sunday dish to be had eaten at the picnic table.
Thanks for letting me be apart of the Roddis family so many years ago!
With fond memories,