Georgette A. Bilodeau

I have a lot of fond memories of Georgette. My mother and father (Connie and Ray) would always call her George. When my mother, Georgette, Paulie, and I would drive to Cranston, the three would always share stories. Some stories were so funny. Georgette had a real dry, funny way of telling a story that would just crack me up. My parents and Georgette and Paul would go to the Woodstock Fair in Connecticut for Labor Day. Of course, they needed to stop along the way for some yard sales. They...

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Condolences to her family. May she Rest In Peace.