Roger and family: We are so sorry for your loss….thinking of you with love and prayers.🙏🙏

My Aunt Mary. My favorite Aunt Mary. Not related by blood, but by love. Uncle Everett discovered gold when he found you! And I am glad he did. So many childhood memories from way back when. I’m older than your kids, so you probably changed my diapers before you changed theirs. I remember flying kites in the field next to your house. I remember when some of the aunts, uncles, and cousins planted potatoes in a big potato patch at your place. After cutting the seed potatoes into pieces, the grown-ups carefully placed them in rows so far apart, we kids followed and stepped on each seedling to mash it into the ground, then other grown-ups came behind us and watered them. I remember digging potatoes, and digging potatoes, and digging potatoes, then storing them in your root cellar. We all had potatoes for months. I remember some BIG Huff family gatherings at your house. I don’t know how you managed to fit so many people inside that little 4-room house. Maybe anytime someone went in the front door, someone else was forced out the back door. I also remember the outhouse down the path. Always wondered why you kept a Sears catalogue out there. Then you built the new house on the farm. The Lewis branch of the family had moved to Oklahoma by then, so I was not around that place as much. But I have 3 specific memories from that chapter: (1) Card games with you, Uncle Everett, and Lala around your kitchen table. (2) Multiple hummingbird feeders on your front porch. Seems like I once counted 21 hummingbirds flittering around those feeders. If they became startled, they would all flew into the woods, then one by one ventured back for another round of nectar. (3) You once had 2 cats when I visited. I asked you their names, and you said they didn’t have names. So I named them Lucy and Ethel. Of course, more recent memories have been at your condo. You had a real showplace. More card games around your table, but also more reminiscing as we all grew older. Since you lived alone there, I thought you needed a cat to keep you company. Every time I visited, I offered to go to the animal shelter and interview cats for you. Your answer was always “Don’t you dare!” I still owe you a cat. Gonna miss you, Aunt Mary. I have tears as I write this. Give my mother a hug for me, and save me a place at the table.