The picture is of Alice and her brother's, on the right is her oldest brother Thomas, and on the left is my father, Donald. Thomas' ashes were scattered over Lake Michigan, and Donald is buried in Mountain View Cemetery in Marietta, Georgia.
Alice was a teacher in the Chicago Public School system, and after she retired she worked with elderly shut-ins, shopping for them, doing their taxes, and many other things.
She was a graduate of the University of Chicago, and taught special education in the Hyde Park section on the South Side of Chicago.
She was a wonderful Aunt who played with her nieces and nephews. She taught us how to build box kites, and fly them, at the farm in Plymouth, Indiana. She had a wonderful reading voice and made the characters jump off the pages and come to life for us. Or maybe we had vivid imaginations. But we all love to read. She would take us berry picking in the woods and pick wild blue berries, black berries, and raspberries. We would be all bundled up because she was very allergic to poison ivy, and wouldn't give us a chance to find out how allergic we were. Then we'd come in, clean the berries, and bake pies with our grandmother. Those are good memories of mid-western summers in the 1950's.
Alice was a teacher in the Chicago Public School system, and after she retired she worked with elderly shut-ins, shopping for them, doing their taxes, and many other things.
She was a graduate of the University of Chicago, and taught special education in the Hyde Park section on the South Side of Chicago.
She was a wonderful Aunt who played with her nieces and nephews. She taught us how to build box kites, and fly them, at the farm in Plymouth, Indiana. She had a wonderful reading voice and made the characters jump off the pages and come to life for us. Or maybe we had vivid imaginations. But we all love to read. She would take us berry picking in the woods and pick wild blue berries, black berries, and raspberries. We would be all bundled up because she was very allergic to poison ivy, and wouldn't give us a chance to find out how allergic we were. Then we'd come in, clean the berries, and bake pies with our grandmother. Those are good memories of mid-western summers in the 1950's.
The picture is of Alice and her brother's, on the right is her oldest brother Thomas, and on the left is my father, Donald. Thomas' ashes were scattered over Lake Michigan, and Donald is buried in Mountain View Cemetery in Marietta, Georgia.
Alice was a teacher in the Chicago Public School system, and after she retired she worked with elderly shut-ins, shopping for them, doing their taxes, and many other things.
She was a graduate of the University of Chicago, and taught special education in the Hyde Park section on the South Side of Chicago.
She was a wonderful Aunt who played with her nieces and nephews. She taught us how to build box kites, and fly them, at the farm in Plymouth, Indiana. She had a wonderful reading voice and made the characters jump off the pages and come to life for us. Or maybe we had vivid imaginations. But we all love to read. She would take us berry picking in the woods and pick wild blue berries, black berries, and raspberries. We would be all bundled up because she was very allergic to poison ivy, and wouldn't give us a chance to find out how allergic we were. Then we'd come in, clean the berries, and bake pies with our grandmother. Those are good memories of mid-western summers in the 1950's.
Alice was a teacher in the Chicago Public School system, and after she retired she worked with elderly shut-ins, shopping for them, doing their taxes, and many other things.
She was a graduate of the University of Chicago, and taught special education in the Hyde Park section on the South Side of Chicago.
She was a wonderful Aunt who played with her nieces and nephews. She taught us how to build box kites, and fly them, at the farm in Plymouth, Indiana. She had a wonderful reading voice and made the characters jump off the pages and come to life for us. Or maybe we had vivid imaginations. But we all love to read. She would take us berry picking in the woods and pick wild blue berries, black berries, and raspberries. We would be all bundled up because she was very allergic to poison ivy, and wouldn't give us a chance to find out how allergic we were. Then we'd come in, clean the berries, and bake pies with our grandmother. Those are good memories of mid-western summers in the 1950's.
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