My mother-in-law seemed to have an unusual bond with the letter “p”. She often proclaimed that paper plates, pipe cleaners, pieces of string, Popsicle sticks, and empty Pringle cans were priceless paraphernalia for someone planning crafts on a penny-pinching budget. A proficient seamstress, her patterns and pincushions were always present. She was prim, proper, and poised, often wearing a pretty pink dress and carrying her practical purse. She firmly believed that the public library supplied perpetual hours of pleasure with its collection of periodicals, poetry, prose, paperbacks, and the occasional polka cd. She was a genuine lady and I miss her.
Elva May Dittmar
1920 – 2010