Of all my aunts, Aunt Gin was the one with which I most identified. She was the one with whom I shared the passion for animals and for the outdoors. We spoke the same language. I am so regretful that I cannot be at the service tomorrow...but my heart will be there...indeed, part of my heart will ALWAYS be with Gin and Ken and that lovely old farm. I was the little kid, the one running on chubby short legs, after all the other nieces and nephews to see the new lamb, the baby chicks, or to "help" milk the cows...and she always waited for me to catch up. To the world, I am Nancy...but to her I always was "Pete". I am so thankful for the golden memories, Gin. Love you, Nancy Pete
