My aunt was a passionate person and was in particular into ballet as a young person. By all accounts, she was an excellent dancer. After she had entered the convent, I brought some dance tapes with me on one of my visits, and I was not allowed to utter a sound during the playing of the tapes. After the performance had ended, my aunt gave an erudite commentary on the whole show! Such an intellect she had!

My aunt never forgot a birthday or holiday. She was living in another state but sent us gifts to mark every such occasion. Her Uncle Harold, my maternal grandfather's brother, also maintained a correspondence with me throughout much of my pre-teen and teenage years. These "gifts from afar" added a real sense of security to my childhood, which shows that you don't have to live near someone to touch them deeply. I still love getting items through the postage service because of these memories.

My aunt, Sister Francine, understood better than all my relatives put together the joy it was for me to marry my husband, Marvin. She loved him, and he reciprocated.

My first memory of my Auntie Betty (Sister Francine) is when I was three years old, around 1960. My mother, brother, and I had traveled by train from Sydney (NSW, Australia) to visit her in Adelaide (South Australia). I remember the feeling of security and care that Sister Francine provided during our short stay with her. She was strict with me, and I liked it as it showed she cared. She lived humbly without self-sacrifice. She was wise, and this wisdom came quickly and instinctively to her. Even at three years of age, I understood her extraordinary value!