Brian Wilson
I will miss my aunt from Dallas. I visited her on June 5, 2015. During our visit we went to the grocery store, she treated Barbara and me to dinner, and we shared stories until we fell asleep. She got on to me for parking far away from the store and making an “old woman walk up hill.” I thought a little walking would be good for her. Dinner was first class, just like she wanted it to. She was concerned about our opinion of the quality of the food. We had no complaints. That evening she shared many stories about Scotty, Dick, and herself. She told me a story that took place when she was a little girl. She said she was a good marbles player. She said that she got in trouble from Grandma for using the silverware to dig holes in the dirt, holes to shoot marbles into. I asked her if she took the other kids marbles. She said “you bet I did.”