Myrtle

How can you describe a person that was so much like your own mother that you could not tell them apart? Well this has happened several times to me. Once when I was a teenager, I wanted to go on a date with my future husband, and my mother had said no. At that time Myrtle was at grandma's house the same time my mother was there. My mother had said no several times, but when you are a teenager that means try a different route. When my date arrived, we were upset that there was no way we could go anywhere. Myrtle came out on the porch and my date thought she was my mother, so he asked could we go to the movies. I looked at Myrtle and she said "go it's ok with me". I knew that she was not my mother but I didn't say anything and said lets go now. He said thank you and off we went. After I got in the car and we were on the road I told him what had just happened and we both knew we were in trouble. We went to the movies and when we got home, Myrtle had told my mother and cleared everything up. She was always the best.

Once in Florida, she was on oxygen, and she unplugged her tubes to smoke a cigarette, so she was a risk taker. Then when my mother was put on oxygen, she did the same thing. They were both strong women and I'm so proud I had the pleasure of being in their company.

I'm sure grandmother had her hands full, because she had two set of twins. Mama and Myrtle were more adventures then Jean and Joan. That just made them easier to deal with all kinds of problems. I know that there was love in everything they did.

May their thoughts be with us always.

All my love dale