To the dear McCleery Clan: I have the privilege of loving dear Aunt Edith the longest of any of your cousins--but not by much! I've searched my memory and cannot come up with an unhappy thought about her. She was a beautiful nine year old when I was born to her brother Winston and his wife Theona. My first vivid recollection is of my great pleasure that she would play with me when we visited that busy 'Farm On The Hill”. She introduced this very little child to the delightful world of make-believe when all the grown ups were busy at haying and other endless farm chores. In the cool dappled shade of the lilac forest in front of the Edwards farmhouse, spaces became rooms and leaves became dishes as she shared her one big baby doll with me. Fast forward to one week before her death to a day I shall treasure the rest of my life. Aunt Edith was up and dressed—pretty as a picture, sitting at the head of that big dining room table with a list in front of her of things she wanted to discuss and make decisions about. I got the feeling it was a list that had been gone over many times and that Susan and Louise were thankful for my interruption! Edith was clearly still in control, a woman of great dignity, warmth, and caring. I know how proud she was of her amazing family. Though your hearts were breaking you accepted her choice to live life to the fullest and did everything in your power to keep life as normal as possible. You made all who visited your Mom feel special and very welcome. That day Susan, Cheryl and I just sat pelting her with questions –trying to get the chronology, whys, and wherefores of our family straight in our heads. Aunt Edith's memory was vivid,often humorous, sometimes sad. She didn't just respond to questions but thought of wonderful stories she wanted to share! Gary and Betty added immensely to the camaraderie when they stopped by with wisdom, questions and comments of their own. The laughter far out weighed the tears! Aunt Edith, as I write this, I am feeling it is not just my tribute to you but to your precious family of siblings from New Portland Hill, Marshall, Winston, Merton, Mildred, and Alma, and their parents, Sadie and Albion. They don't come of much sturdier stock! Now to your precious family who will carry on a great tradition. God bless you All! With your genes, the teachings and the lifelong examples that were set for you, your lives will continue to “make her proud.” Grieve well, knowing that you too are of sturdy stock. I love you, Aunt Edith, you were the last of a very special family! Priscilla Edwards Small