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Monthly Bundle Sample, The Good Life, May 1997, p.2 
On what was probably her proudest day, she learned
how to write her own name!. And write it she did,
over and over and over. Her excitement was
catching and one look at the beautiful smile and the
shine in her eyes (tears of joy?) and we were proud
with her.
This lady, without any formal training, learned how to bake the best fancy cookies in the whole world, vanilla and chocolate in one cookie! Her knitting and crocheting talents were beautiful works of art; a bedspread made of hundreds of fancy-patterned crocheted squares sewed together; two-toned knit sweaters, and much more. And she could not read instructions! Holidays were wonderful times, lots of people, lots of laughter, lots of love. The family philosophy was—and still is—no one should be alone on an important day. So they came to Yetta’s house for good food and friendship. Her accepting nature gave her many friends; she did not question, she loved people in spite of their imperfections. And these wonderful traits were passed down to her children who are today loving, caring and beautiful people. How did I know this lady who played such an important part in my life? She was my aunt, my Tante Yetta, and I lived with her full time from three months of age until I was six years old and went back to live with my natural family. Yetta was the first person I called "Mom" and her children, though cousins, were my brothers and sisters. I would go to visit them for the week-end whenever school was out. For me it wasn’t a holiday away from school, it was a holiday to visit my Brooklyn Family. By the time I was nine years old, I was going from New Jersey to New York by myself. They gave me a feeling of self-worth, made me feel important, inundated me with love and generally gave me the strength to handle the ups and downs of life. She, they, are in my thoughts every day. The Good Life is an amateur journal from the computer of Estelle Eaton Tempe, AZ 85282
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