Sarah Scott

She will always be "Mrs. Scott" to me. A little girl in the 50's wouldn't dream of addressing an adult by her first name. Mrs. Scott was my next-door neighbour, the mother of my best friend, and my friend. Fifty years later, the memories remain, still dear to my heart. I remember her cheery greeting, (It was "Hello, Dear," -- she always called me "Dear") her hospitality, and her laughter. I remember the hot July day when she suddenly turned the garden hose on me, and her gleeful laughter at my shocked response. Mrs. Scott often remembered that moment, and always had a good laugh reminding me of it. Of the the many threads that have combined to form the fabric of my life, some of the warmest and strongest were those early strands woven in by my good friends Sarah Scott and her daughter Beverly.

Rest Well, Mrs. Scott. God Bless.

Joanna