Beryl M Sanborn
Cindy, Mike, Mark:
The most beautiful in the world cannot be seen of touched...
It must be felt with the heart.
Your mother, my "Aunty Jake", cant recall how that stuck for her nickname.
We collected old bottles, worked at the egg farm,
I was 'older' and left the responsibility of child caring for all three of you!
We wouold cook, clean, have suppers ready for the both parents coming home. I'm sure we all weathered many storms!!
When I came to Florida to visit in the early 70s she and I went to Dinner Theatre, walked the beach and just enjoyed the times together.
I hold these memories dear to my heart and know that a little piece has gone with her.
Love Beryl.


