Friday, November 18, 2022
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Bill, James, Jeff, and your families, Sharon, Lyle, and your family ...
It's true cousin Linda and I didn't keep in close contact as adults, but each time we met at a family event or even at a Winnipeg School Division #1 teacher/trustee meeting, the years melted away and conversation flowed as freely and naturally as it had during our childhood.
I still imagine Linda and me, inside Dad's garage, lights out, doors closed. Thick as thieves we were, plotting our next escapade ... inventing fun when none could be found. I recall how Linda, Sharon, and I waited out a violent rainstorm ... inside a parked car, in the dark of night, just the three of us kids ... plenty of thunder and lightning ... more screaming. Then as teens ... a few select overnight stays at each other's homes ... an especially loud tick-tocking clock (atop the Keil piano, I think) kept me wondering if morning would ever come. And after high school, I joined Linda at United College (U of W). We were both hardworking, dedicated students but enjoyed each other's company by meeting between classes in the cafeteria. Though I was younger by two years and pretty naive when it came to chit chatty big-girl talk, Linda always made me feel welcome. Her friendly smile and the cute giggles she shared so generously with me left a lasting impression. I wish I had taken pictures. Thank goodness Auntie Edith took some when we were kids ... I love to look at them and reminisce.
I know how much you will all miss your dear Linda. Please accept my pic-poems as expressions of condolence from Tony and me.
Much love,
cousin Irene Worster-LoScerbo
