One of my fondest memories of Aunt Esther happened on family visits to the farm. She and my mom would sit at her kitchen table talking and randomly get the giggles. They would laugh and laugh....

A strong, precious memory of Aunt Esther was when we were visiting as kids, and Uncle Artie would pray for the meal. She told us right away to be quiet and pray with him - we wouldn't be able to understand him, because he was praying softly to our Lord from his heart, but we could pray from our hearts along with him....

When I was a senior at West Point (that's when we had car privileges, back in 1978), I would visit them about once a month, and Aunt Esther would always have my favorite blueberry pie waiting for me....