OhBer early, with your cute nose. As one of your Seven Sisters, I spent many an evening at your house chatting, gossiping, eating good food, and doing crafts. I remember spending many hours at your kitchen table painting tin cans to look like pumpkins, putting together tiny stick reindeer, and paper matching this god awful rubber doll heads to resemble angels . Good times. I also remember you told me I needed to scour my kitchen sink EVERY night; really Beverly? (I was a thirty something and you were a fifty something). You were so full of spunk and spirit. It has been years since I have seen you, but you have been on my mind from time to time, remembering that we, sisters, were the cream of the crop.