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Gail Eileen Dillon (Boone)
Rosie -- Great to see the pictures of your mom and dad. I too have fond memories of the
Green Valley Lake cabin, based on at least one trip there. I remember the sit-down paddleboards we used all day long. One funny memory that sticks with me -- Apparently the planned dessert for the evening involved some pre-packaged cakes. Your brother Mike was explaining to us how we could get your sister Joyce to select the vanilla, leaving the chocolate to us (or vice versa). His theory was that we should tell her she could have to delicious, yummy, creamy, fabulous vanilla one, or this (other) boring one. Don't remember whether his psychology worked or not. I think some very very early morning fishing ventures were part of our stays there, weren't they? Happy memories.
Nick and I actually got in a day of skiing last week at Mammoth; perfect timing after ten inches of new snow had fallen the night before. Otherwise California looks so bare where there is usually so much snow! Sad.
And Shayne, it's nice to see all your posts. Like Rosie and Vicki, you're such a major part of my early memories. One in particular -- Your mother had taken you and me (and maybe another friend) with her when she went folk dancing in one of her beautiful costumes. We were very excited; it must have been shortly after we finished 6th grade because we were all allowed to wear lipstick. You and I kept slathering it on, and during one break your mother said (and I remember this so exactly), "You have too much lipstick on, Shayne Maree; all of you girls do." She handed us all tissues. . . I also remember one afternoon when we were in your living room rehearsing a song we were going to sing for something ("I did gaze into thine eyes and it seemed that thine eyes were truly as the eyes of a dove" Remember?) and we were trying to make a letter look old by smearing it with dirt. "We want it to look old, not dirty" was your mother's good advice. Don't remember how that came out by I still remember the song, as well as the "I'm a little doll who was dropped and broken" number.
I was blessed to have my mother with me until she was just short of her 98th birthday, and in excellent shape in all ways until the very end. I miss her.
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