Eleanor Hutton

I remember Mrs Hutton’s mother, Bernice Lawlis. I grew up in her church in Edinburgh and distinctly remember her sitting in her pew in a pale pink suit. She was firmly imprinted in my childhood memories and I appreciate those memories. I’m very sorry for your loss. I pray the memories will stay in your hearts.

Oh Grandma Hutton... you were so very sweet! You always just went with the flow... I remember one time, when you lived down the street from me and the police had been chasing a man and somehow they caught him in your front yard. You called me and said you were scared, so I took off running down the street, it had been a very hot day and I had been working outside all day and had been in long enough to take a shower... I had just thrown on a shirt and underwear, cause I had planned to do...