We too spent our summer vacations with her, Paula, and sweet Sophie. I still treasure my memories of those summers. Picking raspberries in her garden. Always having a fresh lamb dinner with all the fixings around the big oak table. Playing for hours on the swing hanging from the beautiful Oak tree. I can go on and on. She is still so dear to me, and I miss those carefree days. She always made it known how much she loved each of us!
I had a little spare time and decided to go into your Pozar website. I just read you feelings on Aunt Polly and had tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. From the first time I met her, I felt the same. She was always so happy to have our little family come to visit and made us feel so welcome. Susan, Steve and then Shawn, when he came along, always loved going to visit, because she made it so special. Aunt Polly made the first "hobo coffee" that I had seen or tasted, along with all those eggs simmering in a big frypan of bacon grease, that tasted so good. Her raspberry jam, her wonderful pies. I still put the one big goose egg and duck egg in the big basket of special eggs, every Easter. She had blown them out carefully and put a bit of light coloring on them. After Easter, each year, I pack them in containers so they will stay unbroken until the following year. I could go on and on, but will just say she was one of my favorite people and will always remain one of my special memories.