Joan N. Folk

What great smiles those Valentine girls have. It is great to look at old photos and remember family gatherings.That is how I remember them. They must have been something else when they were younger. Sometimes I wish I could travel back and watch their childhood daily lives from a distance. Wouldn't that be grand. I bet they caused all sorts of fun trouble.
My Mom always said her sister Joan was full of life and so very smart.
What I remember about Aunt Joan was her visits, her laugh and...

This is an e-mail I sent to Greg on June 8, which apparently never reached him:
I am sorry to hear about your mother's death. She was always very good to me. When you brought me "way out to Suffolk county" she was the only one I knew out here who I could talk to about my pregnancy with Jimmy, and what to expect in his very early years. She was a friend to me. Over the years I do not remember her having a bad work about anyone. I probably never would have started my teaching career so...

My Mom:

Kind, gentle with out judgement always

My mom shared with me not long ago that the highlight of her day was when we all came home and told her about our adventures in the outside world....she wasn't always pleased of course, but she tried her best to be excited and happy to hear what we had to say. This was my mother's greatest gift in that she was able to listen and hear what we had to say.

"Did you read the paper today?" she'd ask.
the conversation was...