Barry and I were saddened to hear of Norma’s passing.

Norma was truly among my favorite cousins and I had numerous favorite cousins as we had a large and lovely family. My Mother and Father, better known as Aunt Ada and Uncle Harry each had many bothers and sisters. They would entertain family reunions up on the farm at Schwenksville, Pennsylvania. There was always lots of food, fun and a great game of baseball out in the corn field that Daddy cleared with the old Ford tactor.

I have very fond memories of spending summer vacations at Norma and Ralph’s playing happily with Phyllis Jane and Mary Lou. We would walk to the corner store to buy popsicles. (That was great as there were no corner stores living out in the country on a farm.) I remember Norma’s french toast that she made us for breakfast. It was so good. I bet I ate a half dozen slices (shame on me).

I have great memories of going to the beach with Aunt Olive, Norma, Ralph, Phyllis, Mary Lou and my Mother, Dad and brother.

We have lived in the Atlanta area for the last 30 years and I had really almost lost touch with my whole extended family. A few years ago Barry and I had an opportunity to reunite with Norma, Phyllis, Jack, Kathy, Phyl Jane’s daughters and Bob. That was such a special time for us and I had always hoped that I would have been able to see so many more of you. Some of us took a trip up to the old farm place. Everything was still as I remembered, just a little worse for wear. The years really took a toll on the property. But we reminised about old times. This was the first time my Barry had ever even seen a little glimpse of my life as a little girl. So many great memories that all of the cousins had a great part in.

We will all really miss Norma. She had really become the matriarch of the family in those years since Aunt Olive passed. She was a lovely person inside and out. She was very caring and a woman of great faith. I know how much she loved the Lord and it is a comfort to know that today she is looking full in His wonderful face.

Love to All,

Doris Bardsley McWilliams
Barry L McWilliams

My deepest sympathy to the family and friends of the woman I called "Mrs. Jo." She was my second mother when I was in high school with Phyl-jane, and there was no one like her—and no one better. Ever.

Sincerely,
Sharon Dudash Warycka

Dear Friends and Family,
Although I have only seen Mrs. Joe twice in the last three years (once last fall and once in 2010), it seems as if it were only yesterday that she and my mother were sitting in the kitchen of one of them, plotting another strategy for beating the bank, bumming a cigarette from one another, or pondering the wonders of God. Mrs. Joe loved her family, and her "family" included many beyond her immediate blood line, for which I will always be grateful. She had the voice of an angel, the wits of a fox, the heart of a lion, and the faith that went beyond that of most of us. I will miss her and take great consolation in the Resurrection- she is surely exchanging jokes and political commentary with many of the saints who have gone before.
God bless you and her,
Jeannie Godsall-Myers