Sunday, May 23, 2004
Aunt Angie, what can you say? She is the matriarch of our family. We all love her and she loves all of us. "Going to Aunt Angie's" was the place to go. Memories, too many to write about, all a part of us, more than can be explained. Time together one to one, never to be forgotten.
Aunt Angie, we love you. We will again be coming to your house, the Lord knows when. HW.CW., HW.CW.
I can still remember smelling the coffee mingling with Uncle Nick's Holiday pipe tobacco, burying the fig tree in the fall and the spring smell of tomato plants, grape vines, and especially the fig tree. Oh, the sweet smell of that fig tree!
God Bless You, thank you so so much.</b></font><br><br>
