Patricia A Dreher Relation to Deceased: niece I remember as a small child spending time at the house on the bay. Aunt Tutty and Aunt Olive took me rowing in a boat and picked water lillies and put them in my hair. They stood me in front of a big mirror. I thought i looked like a princess–perhaps they told me I did too. I was probably only about 4-5 years old. They also took me ice skating on the bay for my very first time. I have loved skating ever since—I still do. Aunt Tutty was a strong role model for the women ot the family in particular but for all of us really. She will be remembered for her strength and determination to live a good, healthy life—I hope I can live up to her wonderful example. god bless her. with very fond memories. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Patricia A Dreher Relation to Deceased: niece I remember as a small child spending time at the house on the bay. Aunt Tutty and Aunt Olive took me rowing in a boat and picked water lillies and put them in my hair. They stood me in front of a big mirror. I thought i looked like a princess–perhaps they told me I did too. I was probably only about 4-5 years old. They also took me ice skating on the bay for my very first time. I have loved skating ever since—I still do. Aunt Tutty was a strong role model for the women ot the family in particular but for all of us really. She will be remembered for her strength and determination to live a good, healthy life—I hope I can live up to her wonderful example. god bless her. with very fond memories. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips