I remember the first time I saw Mary. She was about 6 months old in a playpen in her parents’ upstairs apartment in Baltimore. It was a hot summer. Nobody had air conditioning in those days so the windows were open. I was worried that Rita may fall out, but my city cousins were already street smart. Our mothers made pallets on the floor for us to sleep on that night, while daddy and Ed visited the local pubs. Another time, I remember we rode to Baltimore and brought Alma, Rita, and Mary back with us. Both girls were in the backseat with me and prone to car sickness. As we were riding over the bridge between Maryland and Virginia, both girls threw up. Alma and the children would come to King George unusually a week or two in the summers. One summer, all the children were with her at our old farmhouse on Route 3 in King George. Those were such happy days for all of us. My father, James, and Alma were birds of a feather and absolutely loved each other. The last two times I saw Mary was at Doris’s funeral in January 2016 and then 3 months later at Michael’s funeral. My brother, Larry, and I sat with Mary and Chuck during Michael’s service. We shared many happy and sad times together. Rest now, sweet Mary, in Heavenly peace.
Sending love and condolences to your family your King George cousins.
Cynthia (and Larry and Wayland)