An evening with friends. Ms. Mabel is in the white dress.
Playing cards with friends. Ms. Mabel is in the back.
Each Halloween we always made a point to take, first Ren, and then both children trick-or-treating at the McDole home and, of course, she always invited us to come in and visit for a few minutes, too. Once, ever with an eye for well made clothing, she remarked how nice my daughter’s costume was. Ren was in first grade and I had had a Wicked Witch of the West ensemble made for her from a Simplicity pattern, complete with sleeves that were puffy at the top and fitted below the elbow, a separate drawstring corset, and large woolen cape. We were very pleased with how it all turned out and, it seemed, Ms. Mabel approved, too, stating, “Oh, honey. You can tell that’s not a store-bought costume."
John-Heath's last Halloween to visit with her. By Halloween of 2010 she had moved into assisted living.
Ren with Ms. Mabel on her 100th birthday!
'Cause when your hour glass runs out of sand
You can't flip it over and start again.
Take every breath God gives you for what it's worth.