Aunty Mary,

My father's younger sister who he loved dearly. I have never known a harder worker, although she and her younger sister Jo could play hard, too enjoying the odd tipple or two. She was always so kind and generous to me, especially when I visited the USA in 1969. She never lost her Yorkshire accent, her sense of humor, or her beautiful, sparkling eyes. The last of a great generation.

Miss you.

Love, Chris