Sharon Meyer

I remember your Mom from 6th grade when we were in Girl Scouts. Then my family moved away. She was a kind girl. A bee stung me once when I had walked over to her house. Sharon said "I'll get my Mom, she'll know what to do!" Your Grandma had me spit on some tobacco from a butt we found, and she put it on my hand. It must have drawn the stinger out, because the pain went away. I hope your Mom had a happy life.