Ginny was 12 years older than me. I adored her and did not want to let her out of my sight. She was my idol. In fact i knew where her friends lived so at 3 years old when she went to a friends home I decided I should go there too.

So, at 3 years old I went out the door to find Ginny. I walked down Woodside Ave and then went to cross a very dangerous street when a neighbor recognized me, picked me up and called my mother. Apparently all I could say is I was going to Ginny. I did not care that I got in trouble. I had a goal and my mother watched me very carefully after that. 

I also referred to Ginny as my other Mother. When my mother would not give me what I wanted I would say I will ask my other mother. I think she Ginny must have complied with my requests and this is why she obtained that name of other mother.

I loved visiting her during the day while she made untold loaves of bread for her growing family. We would laugh, sing and share many things. I will cherish those moments forever. 

I am so grateful to God for such a gift in my life and thankful that I got to be with her at the end of her life. She was a guide and inspriation to many members of our family. She will be with me in my heart and memeory for  the rest of my life and I look forward to meeting her again.