I can't remember how old Gary and I were whem mom and dad took us to visit Aunt Ginger and Uncle Harold's new home. All I remember is mind your manners and don't touch anything! As soon as we walked into the den, there it was, REAL gold embedded in the rock on the fireplace. I must have been facinated, Aunt Ginger whispered in my ear, "that's not real, it's fool's gold, and everything in life is like that." Too young to understand exactly what she meant, ( all things shiny and bright were not real ). But, Aunt Ginger was the REAL DEAL, dedicated, loyal, quite and unassuming, always ready to help family or friends. Wherever you seen Aunt Ginger, you'd see Uncle Harold, for years, she'd speak about "Jim". Who was "Jim", someone at church, a family friend, a relative, only the love of her life. Rest gently Aunt Ginger, "Jim" is waiting for you. Terrie