Ginger (Virginia) Carol Drach

Ginger was a natural beauty, blessed with adoring parents and sisters. As a young musician Ginger loved to play her accordion and enjoyed performing at events or on the House of David stage. She taught lessens at home and her happy polka's filled the house with joy. She played it all from classics to marches and everything in between but her lively Beer-Barrel Polka was the most irresistible and served as a delightful distraction! Whatever we were doing, it could wait til later because the house just became a dance hall, every time!

Ginger was a perfectionist and the only one allowed to use the oven, yet everyone was welcome to pick a kitchen counter and sit on it. It was where the greatest conversations took place; dad's service revolver, always in it's place on the candy jar counter.

Ginger accepted an offer to work as a chair side assistant at Dr. Armstrong's office and went off to college to become certified. Even though at first she had to step out the back door and throw up, she got used to it and stayed with her position for 35 years. Every morning she put her yard long hair into a French twist, placed one of her many Snoopy pins on her perfectly pressed uniform and jumped into her 280Z, one of the hottest mom's ever.

Ginger was a conquerer! From our kitchen window she noticed running had become an exercise and it appeared that only men had embraced the challenge. She changed that and for a while she was the only woman in town seen running down the road, 10 miles a day.

One day at work she saw a young guy steal the emblem off her Mercedes. She ran out the door and chased him on foot through town. She caught him and walked him back to her car where police were waiting.

She also decided there was no reason she couldn't ride a motorcycle, eventually getting her own Harley Sportster which she put many miles on, once riding all the way to New Orleans to visit her sister Dorothy.

Those closest to her described her as having "it."

Ginger was also an expert seamstress and sewed amazing costumes, exciting and colorful running wear, and too many corn-hole bags to count.

She loved to bake and her desserts were always to die for. Forget sugar free - forget margarine - her baked goods were sweet, buttery, and delicious. She baked for us right up until the day dementia claimed her memory.

Other notables:

Ginger spit cherry pits farther than, well anyone we knew.

She loved the lake and loved to be in it.

Mom and I had an annual tradition of jumping off the pier together, even though it was considered dangerous and was in fact, illegal. We jumped until we moved to Florida in 2009.

In-line skating was another favorite activity she especially enjoyed with her dear friend Bill.

Fearlessly, she ice skated and on more than one occasion, went through the ice. She rode the toboggan down many a terrifying hill with us, her scream was outstanding / deafening!

In her later years her motorcycle was traded for a beautiful blue bicycle which she loved and peddled 20 miles a day until 2022 when dementia stole that from her too.

Like my dad, Jack; she put on her best self, every day, for us, and for the world.

In her own words: "I was born on Friday the 13th, yet I have lived a charmed life!"

- I found a tiny piece of paper in Ginger's personal stuff, it read:

"You were Cool,

You are Cool,

You will always be Cool."

- I'll always cherish this little piece of paper, because it's True.