Mary E. Allen

Dearest Aunt Betty, the hours we spent putting puzzles together, the years spent laughing and carrying on, you were always the jokester, the one that made us laugh even when we didn't want too. The years spent at yard sales and all the laughs we had, nothing was ever serious, there was always laughter about you and it was infectious. I remember the old blue buzzard and how we had to coax it up hills, I miss the years playing cards and inevitable, someone would end up on the floor trying to...