We'll be hitting the road in a few hours toNYS as this weekend is a memorial for Oma.

She was born June 27th, 1919.

Sans 8 years and plus three, this is what she saw happen in the world while she was here.



Her husband, my Opa passed away in 1986. She adopted two boys after she gave birth to my mother. In between she miscarried a young girl.

She was a foster parent to countless children.

One of my uncles passed away about 5 years ago.

She had 3 granddaughters, and three great grandchildren by birth. She had scores more by choice.

She loved to give people a pat on the behind as a sign of affection. She hated beer, but loved rum and cokes on special occasions. She used to collect music boxes and Barbie dolls.

She liked to sit back in her later years and just watch and listen to chatter all around her, often rolling her eye at a blue joke and eventually laughing at it.

I loved her very much, and while I know she lived a long life that gave a lot of love, I will miss her. Bob sent me these to me last night as I was putting together the memorial cards, I wanted to share two with you.

Like my Oma, I too have extended family, and you are a part of it.

If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone,
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must, Parting is hell,
But Life goes on, So sing as well.
Joyce Grenfell


"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you."
Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne)

Good bye for now, Oma. Give Opa a hug from me.