My memories of Aunt Wanita aare many and vivid. As an 8-year-old child, I rode the bus alone from Hebron, IN, to Wolcott, IN, to visit Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Wanita. I remember her meeting me at the bus stop and literally walking off the bus into her arms. I remember going to the library with her there in Wolcott; she was the librarian. As a new high school graduate, Aunt Wanita and Uncle Leo took me to their home in MO and showed me the sights of St. Louis for a week. That is when I also first tasted rye bread. And I remember Aunt Wanita showing me love and respect. Wanita's love of music, reading and God have always impressed me.