Victoria Merrylees Glaser

Vicki was the organist at Follen Church in Lexington, when I was a child of roughly 9 - 11 yo. One Easter, my mother sent me to sing in the church's Junior Choir, assuming that my sleeveless Easter dress would be warm enough under my rob. It snowed during the service. My teeth were chattering when Vicki heard the kids muttering. She leaned around the organ, and gave me a hand sign. A few minutes later, she produced a white polyester sweater, which reached my ankles. I cuddled into the...

Aunt Vicky's quick wit and unique ways of thinking were always a treat whenever I would visit her. She was very supportive to me when I was a young college student in NH, when I'd come to see her.