My dad is Tom Wall, as everyone called him. For as long as I can remember we visited my grandparents once a month. Mary and Shirley were the sisters I never had. They took care of me when I was visiting and I went most every where they did. We would set on the porch and swing and they would sing to me. I thought they had the prettiest voices. I was always amazed at Mary's ability to sew and crochet. When Wally and I got to visit from Idaho, Mary always made sure we had some of her wonderful cooking and fabulous pies and cakes. I love her so much and we are going to miss her.