Beverly, Betty, and I spent many a Saturday morning going to rummage sales and second hand stores. Beverly took pictures when my son Elliott was born, even though I never got to see them because we forgot to change the settings on the camera:) She was like a grandma to my kids and part of our family. She came to Iowa with me many times and played cards with my Dad, also a Beverly, and would always play to lose because he was such a poor loser. I’ll carry Beverly with me always. My thoughts will be with the family Sunday–she was so proud of all her children and grandchildren.