I am Florence’s niece, her sister’s youngest daughter. I am her family! That being said, my aunt lived a long life, she made friends wherever she went, she was very charitable, she was loved by many, including myself. She was well known for her baking of cookies, brownies and for her banana nut bread which she would then give to her neighbors, her mail carrier, doctors, and many others. Whenever I would make my trips up from Maryland to see her, and when I’d come to her home, you could always smell the freshly baked goodies that she had made, all ready and waiting for her to give away to those she cared about. On one of my trips visiting her, I turned the tables on her and while she was at her hair appointment, I made her two loaves of freshly baked homemade bread. I made her the bread because she shared a story with me of how when she was a child, she remembered coming home from school and smelling the homemade bread that her mother had made and of having warm bread with jam on it. When she came home from her hair appointment, the look on her face when she smelled the bread as she walked into her house made my day. She had me wrap the second loaf for her so she could freeze it for further use, but the first loaf she told me that she wasn’t going to cut into until later that evening as her bedtime snack, I didn’t even get one piece of it but I didn’t care because I knew she’d enjoy it and I made it for her. It is a memory I will cherish the rest of my life. I loved her and will feel her loss the rest of my life but I know that she is with her husband Archie, and her mother is probably making her some bread in heaven.