We just got back from Mississippi where we buried my Mother-In-Law on July 3rd. She passed away from Cancer in a nursing home here, where she had been for five months, on June 27 about 11:30 PM. We had here transported back to Poplarville, MS so she could be buried with my Father-In-Law.
My Brother Darold also lives there so we stayed with him. We went through a big plastic tub of pictures that my Mom had left behind. Attached is one of (L – R) Lois, Lorraine and Shirley. My Grandpa William Pritchard is in the background along with someone else wearing a hat. Rumor has it my Dad wore hats like that at that time. I estimate the picture as being taken about 1941 or 1942.
Dale Pritchard
Dale,So sorry to hear of Jackie’s mothers passing. Our condolence are with you folks with her passing.Shirley and Lorraine were pretty much out of house and Lois was not far behind from the time I can remember back to. I do remember Darald and Lois baby sitting us a time or two though.Gary
Middle Row: Jerome Indvik, Lynne Bergman Boettcher (Gary), Elaine Monson Aasheim (Jim), Jean Hanson Pladson (Duane), Mr. Arnold Opland, Mrs. Ruth Weeks, Mr. Jim Holwell, Joanne Harnit, Phyllis Anderson Steltz (Stanley), Helen Brandvold Taylor (Lee), Karen Varud Nelson (Wallace)
Front Row: Sharon Krogen Thompson (Earl), Lorna Hall Goetz (Harold), Avonne Vellema Gessner (Harold), Neola Kofoid Garbe (Wally), Darlene Peck Norman (Walter), Beverly Smith Crummy, Beverly Lemieux Schoenbeck (Richard/Red), Ardell Willard Grimm (Richard/Dick), Irene Schultz Flory (Dale), Arlene Allard Thomas (Wayne)
A friend of mine was sitting on a lawn, sunning and reading,
when he was startled by a fairly late model car crashing
through a hedge and coming to rest on his lawn. He helped
the elderly driver out and sat her on a lawn chair.
My goodness, he exclaimed, you are quite old to be
driving!
Yes,� she replied, I am old enough that I don’t need
a license. The last time I went to my doctor, he examined me and asked if
I had a driving license. I told him “yes” and handed
it to him. He took scissors out of a drawer, cut the license
into pieces and threw them in the wastebasket. You
won’t be needing this anymore, he said.
So I thanked him and left.