On Monday, Oct. 13, I was thinking about the events 58 years ago. It was my wedding day. A Methodist minister in the parsonage married Ray and me in Hartford, N.Y. Ray’s sister, Betty Bates and my brother, Len Richardson were our attendants.
Years ago, when we first moved into the village of Altamont, my husband, Jim, was concerned about our moving from a large city to a small village. My evenings and days off in Hartford were spent with friends, the Hartford Ballet Company, and the Junior Woman’s Club.
Monday, Sept. 15, was my Zoey day. Zoey arrived at 7:30 a.m. She has a very good memory. When I hold her, she points to my lower back and rubs her hand on my side, because she remembers I have pain there.