Grandma Loebbaka’s house always smelled of homemade bread. During the Depression, her kids sold the bread on the street corners to help support the family. Later in life, she sold the bread to support her passion for oil painting. She was also a composer and musician. She always played “Danny Boy” on the organ for me. Sadly, the talent seems not to have been passed down in the family.
To my beloved parents Christ & Marie Lekorenos
She was my babysitter but I went to her house well into my teens. Her…
Thank You Dad, this year’s memorial won’t be the Same , but I am With…
Pat Lewis passed away almost three years ago. Most people know her from her 42…
My beloved best friend and adopted mother passed in 2015
As the researcher for GLA, I owe everything to Susie Kibler Morris and her enthusiasm…
11 years gone, Dad would be 71 years old had he not passed in 2009….
Aunt Peggy, my Dad’s sister, was my favorite Aunt growing up.She always let me spend…
