In loving memory of my mother Guyla Virginia Aggas on her 100th birthday June 27, 2013

One of (seven) children, she lost her father to the flu epidemic when she was five years old in 1919.

Living on a farm, raising a garden, milking cows, pigs, sheep, and chickens, her mother, five brothers and sister worked hard to make a living.

She would like to sneak off to the outhouse as a girl, to get out of helping her only sister do dishes.

In school she would wiggleherears and make the other kids laugh, which got her in trouble.

As her own family of seven children grew, it took two cars to go to church. One morning both cars left and upon arriving at church, someone said, “where’s Mom?” In haste back home they found Mom sitting on the porch, arms crossed, tight lipped, and that little grin on her face. (She probably said, “well, I’ll be cow kicked,” as they started up the road without her) Ha!

She often liked to play the piano and sing hymns with us kids on a Sunday afternoon. She and I played a duet together as I was learning to play the piano.

At her work at the hospital, a trail of toilet tissue followed her out of the restroom under her dress. Again,herfamouswords, “well I’ll be cow kicked!”

I lived in California for twenty-one years and many times I received two letters a week from her. Mom and Dad came out many times to visit us and other relatives up and down the coast.

Thanks for all the memories Mom, you were the best, full of fun and laughter.