Mabel I. Carroll

Aunt Mabel was as close to me as my mother. I have always loved her stories about my mother and about Nancy and me when we were little. I remember how she would hold on to her plate when we cleared the table, and the time she got conked on the head with a plaster gnome during the big CA earthquake of 1989. She colored her Easter eggs with onion skins and she sent me recipes for Sho Fly Pie. Sweet memories are in plenty. She was the last of her family to leave the planet, I believe. I will...