There was never a time when she didn’t know her own mind, fear sharing her opinion or have a plan or three up her sleeve. She was kind and gentle, rude and tough, quiet and one hell of a racket. She loved double happies, party poppers and making a scene. She loved embroidery and crochet, knitting and sewing, and everything she called “the womanly arts”. She was a wonderful story teller, and the first published writer in our family. She loved her bible and could quote chapter and verse. She never swore, unless it was for laughs.