Barb Burkholder
I was 7or 8 years old when I met Mabel and Ira. My father was in the army and we rented a house down from them. I would come often to their home. Ira had a dog he named Mickey after Mickey Mantel the baseball player. She told me they had to sell the farm and move to the suburbs. I loved them both very much. I think of both of them often. I only remember seeing their daughter a couple of times. Mabel made the best little pickles. I wish I would have known she was around so long. I would have reached out. I loved them as they were like my grand parents I always wanted. Good, down to earth, honest and really loving people both of them. Ira showed me how to saucer and blow to cool my coffee down. He loved baseball. She showed me how to make toast without a toaster. I looked forward to seeing them. My father got transferred and we had to leave,. I was heart broken. I didn’t know my mother wrote them for a little while but never told me. I think it’s great that Mabel was 103+ years old. I loved her very much. Barb Burkholder