I have the most wonderful memories of this woman. Spending a week with them at the lake in Maine, having lobster, the most delicious fresh-caught white perch and her slaw. She complained non-stop about those endless perch Uncle Doc caught! Visiting her in the past couple years at the house; she would always lay out a buffet, always a freshly-made assortment of pierogies, and being forced to leave with half the contents of her fridge and freezer. The last time I saw her, she amazed us all with her sleek and stylish black handbags, made of intertwined black plastic grocery bags lashed together that would have looked in place on a runway in Milan. I will miss knowing she is no longer in that farmhouse on Peach Farm Road.