Wednesday, February 20, 2019
To All the Viczko family,
I remember visiting (with Mom & Dad and our family in the old black & white station-wagon) or just biking out there alone and staying at the farm. Your Mom always treated me very well, just like one of the gang! I'm sure there were times she could have pulled out her hair especially some of the antics we did, "in the name of fun" while doing chores or going out on the weekends and coming home really late (before calling home was the practice--no cell phones just party lines). I'm sure she will find eternal rest now, with Uncle Frank.
