I grew up in a small town in Vermont as the eldest of four children. According to my middle sibling, I was the favorite, though of course, that wasn’t true. Even though we lived in town, we had cows, turkeys, ducks, and pigs. My father maintained a large garden on our property.

I attended Catholic schools, and while I was shy, school could be difficult at times. At home, I took care of my brother and two sisters, as my mother had to work since my father didn’t always have steady employment.

In 1962, I met the man who would become my husband. He was good-looking, and what more could I want? It took him four years to propose, and of course, I said yes.

Lately, she has been dedicating her time to her garden, aptly named “Angel Way.” Working outdoors and feeling the earth on her hands brings her joy, especially as she listens to the songs of the birds around her.