Aunty Brenda, when I think of you , I think of weeks spent with you & Peter & the lovely girls in Shannon, shelling peas, fresh bread baking in the oven , in next door, chatting with the neighbour, Kathleen, learning how to do practical things like cementing in a drain system in Creevagh Beg, it was all very ordinary but it was never boring. Lovely holidays in Ireland all piled into the car , waking up after camping like an S hook, because we slept in a ploughed field, holidays with Man & Anna in LA , Las Vegas & the Grand Canyon, happy memories in much simpler times. My condolences to all your family, Uncle Peter, Angela & Ruth & all the Grandchildren and great grandchildren and of course your siblings. All my Love XXX Violet.