Gladys Rose Bennett

I am sorry to hear about your mother's passing. What memories I have of our early years living next door to you. When I saw your father coming towards our house I would lock myself in the bathroom. Who knew whether the needle in his bag might be for me. And 'til this day I still put raisins at the bottom of my applesauce, as do all my children. Your mom had a way with kids, especially fussy ones like me.