Upon receiving yesterdays' Ayr News, I was saddened to read about Aunt Mabels passing. There are many fond memories of Uncle Jack, & Aunt Mabel getting together with my parents. Uncle Jack raised chickens, and delivered eggs. Aunt Mabel raised boys. I helped Dad pour the concrete for Uncle Jacks new pig barn; it was 'state of the art' in those days. Life for us as kids was not glamorous. There were 'chores' . Helping make ends meet, as we could, was as much an accomplishment, as it was work. A trip to the 'Hutchinson' farm for a visit, was always filled with excitement. Aunt Mabel would be in the kitchen, greeting us with her red hair and a never ending warm happy smile. Her quality of pure goodness is a trait that we were all fortunate to embrace.