Rosalie Gay Mortell

The first time I saw a mountain was in the back seat of a station wagon with Mrs. Mortell, Becky on our way to Boulder to help Connie move in to her new apt.
She always welcomed me into her home after Becky went away to school, and I stayed for community college in kankakee. She was an elegant and accepting woman.

I have very fond memories of your mother always welcoming us to your home. I remember playing slip&slide at Becky's birthday party, sleepovers in the basement, and great summer times with the Eastridge girlfriends before we departed on our separate ways after graduation. Your mother always made us feel comfortable and we loved being at your house.

I also remember her telling my father how much she liked the way he had decorated our front door for Christmas one year. That meant so much...