Friday, June 19, 2015
I remember when I was about 7 or 8. We flew into Chicago, and my Auntie Carol picked us up at the airport, & took us back to her house. She made toast, spread something on it (I think it was cream cheese, or sour cream), added bacon, and broiled them for a few minutes. They were good. She said she started making them, because they were fast. I think she was still in nursing school, or was working long hours, & fast was important! Bruce was playing in the living room. I don't remember Ken. I think he maybe was born after this. She was very kind & took time for us out of her busy day.
More recently, she sent us photo albums of family, letters my dad had written from boot camp (he really wanted to make sure they moved the calves from a pasture, & boy do I wish I had his metabolism!), & even newspaper clippings & info about where both of her parents families were from. Auntie Carol & Ken came to my sister, Julies' wedding, & we had a festive evening at the same table. We've been e-mailing for years now, and she's been an inspiration & comfort to me, especially after the loss of my mother to COPD. My heart goes out to her family & friends. I hope they can comfort & support one another with their memories of her.
Love, Linda Vavruska
