I will always remember Auntie Lystra with that perpetual smiling face, that warm heart and joyous disposition that said, "Welcome to our home." This was most important to me a poor scrunting student, far from home, far from parents, siblings and other relatives and friends.
Christmas 1968 is etched in my memory. It was a particularly cold and gloomy day. My first Christmas away from home. After we couldn't take it any more, my friend Arnold Piggott and walked from our home on St. John's over to the house on Sterling Place because we knew instinctively that Auntie Lystra's home would have what two homesick students needed on that day. And boy, we were not to be disappointed! It was a Christmas to remember.
Thanks Auntie Lystra, thanks for the love and the wamth.
Sleep well, Dearest Lystra.