Bettie Ramsey
I basically lived between my home and Myra’s until we got our first apartment. Leonard and Edna treated me like their 7th child and if Myra was punished, I was punished. Like the time we got in past our curfew and lied that the car wouldn’t go into second gear (standard shift). Good ole Leonard was going to call the nice local police officer who helped us out. We were terrified. But sweet Edna (Mom) soothed things over. I will post a number of memories in the next couple of days. There are so many and all so sweet. Sorry I can’t be there for the memorial but my heart will forever be filled with enormous love.