PATSY R. OGDEN

I remember Pat behind the wheel of her great big gray Toronado car on the way in to church each Sunday morning. She usually appeared to be running late and one's reaction was to get the heck out of the way because she was headed in that direction and you best not be in her way. It gave me a laugh every time. In the passenger seat was her mother, Mildred, all dressed up and ready and always early for church.