I have known Sue since we were 7th graders at Graham Jr. High, but this took place our freshmen year at Awalt. There were a few of us gals that hung out together who took girls glee from Mr. Cook, I know Sue and I did. We use to have fun in his class singing those songs. Sometimes we would change the words and laugh to ourselves about it but mostly we sang using our arms and lots of expression like opera singers. Sue stood behind me and slightly to my left so we could see each other. Mr. Cook was not impressed and use to reprimand us for not being serious. One time the girls behind me and next to Sue were goofing off, Mr. Cook thought it was Sue and myself so he kicked us out of class! We just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and left. We knew he would never believe us if we told him it wasn't us. So we had free time!! It was great fun back then. Thank-you Sue for the wonderful memories I have of all of us and our days at Chester F. Awalt!!! and Happy 50th!!!!!!!
Your Friend, Doreen
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Happy Birthday from the Windy Person in the Windy City
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU Susan McCormick!!! I understand you are turning the big five oh! Sneaks up on you doesn’t it? Welcome to a new and wonderful decade! And the good news is - 50 is this year’s 40! (Sort of like Galinda’s “black is this year’s pink” don’t you think?) So, you actually get to be 40 again – no foolin’!
Susan – you are a most dear friend. I could run on about what a wonderful, arms open to hug a friend kind of gal you are. However, I would rather include in this blog a description of my favorite mental picture of you, which is Susan, standing in front of a classroom of 6th graders (some - in my imagination - with piercings and Mohawk purple hair) wearing a denim jumper, white tee, and Doc Martins, breaking into an enthusiastic- enough- for Broadway rendition of “OOOOOKLAHOMA! where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.....” – (did I ever tell any of you bloggers that Susan and I went to see Oklahoma in Chicago at the Auditorium Theater a few years ago and she sang every word?)
Looking forward to another summer visit this year so we can “do” Chicago up right and see the White Sox, a play, a museum, the lakefront, eat lots of low cal Chicago food and get almost enough sleep to remain conscious! One of these days I might even get you out here in the winter to see what it is like to have Lake Michigan look like a giant slurpee!
I hope you have a wonderful day, year, and decade Susan and enjoy every morsel of your cake!
Love, Mo
Susan – you are a most dear friend. I could run on about what a wonderful, arms open to hug a friend kind of gal you are. However, I would rather include in this blog a description of my favorite mental picture of you, which is Susan, standing in front of a classroom of 6th graders (some - in my imagination - with piercings and Mohawk purple hair) wearing a denim jumper, white tee, and Doc Martins, breaking into an enthusiastic- enough- for Broadway rendition of “OOOOOKLAHOMA! where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.....” – (did I ever tell any of you bloggers that Susan and I went to see Oklahoma in Chicago at the Auditorium Theater a few years ago and she sang every word?)
Looking forward to another summer visit this year so we can “do” Chicago up right and see the White Sox, a play, a museum, the lakefront, eat lots of low cal Chicago food and get almost enough sleep to remain conscious! One of these days I might even get you out here in the winter to see what it is like to have Lake Michigan look like a giant slurpee!
I hope you have a wonderful day, year, and decade Susan and enjoy every morsel of your cake!
Love, Mo
Monday, February 26, 2007
"Throw in the towel"
We have so many happy memories of you Susan.
The one that brings the most smiles happened when you were just three years old (I thought it was just last year) You and Michael spent several weeks with us while your parents were in Japan. One day you used the bathroom and found no toilet paper on the roll. Being the creative person you are, you used the hand towel for toilet paper. Needless to say ,Your Uncle Lloyd was suprised when he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. We love YOU !!
Lloyd and Myrna
The one that brings the most smiles happened when you were just three years old (I thought it was just last year) You and Michael spent several weeks with us while your parents were in Japan. One day you used the bathroom and found no toilet paper on the roll. Being the creative person you are, you used the hand towel for toilet paper. Needless to say ,Your Uncle Lloyd was suprised when he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. We love YOU !!
Lloyd and Myrna
Travis
One time when Susan and I were on patrol, a call came out about a wanted man the police were looking for. He had been involved in some kind of crime. First of all the call came out saying the man's name was Travis. This was accurate! So Travis was wearing a black pair of pants and blue shirt with a baseball cap. No, no. Travis was now wearing blue pants and a black shirt with no hat. Then, Travis was wearing shorts with no shirt. Then, Travis was last seen in the basement. Then, Travis was last seen on the streets. You get the picture.
Well, I was driving the patrol car and we started to giggle about the call and all of these up-dates. Pretty soon Susan just burst outloud and said " I think Travis is a hamster". Now mind you, you had to be there, but I started laughing so hard, that the patrol car was weaving in and out of traffic. My foot was now off the gas pedal and I had my head against the steering wheel trying to control the vehicle and not wet my pants at the same time.
So anytime someone mentions a Travis, we both look at each other and bust up!
Well, I was driving the patrol car and we started to giggle about the call and all of these up-dates. Pretty soon Susan just burst outloud and said " I think Travis is a hamster". Now mind you, you had to be there, but I started laughing so hard, that the patrol car was weaving in and out of traffic. My foot was now off the gas pedal and I had my head against the steering wheel trying to control the vehicle and not wet my pants at the same time.
So anytime someone mentions a Travis, we both look at each other and bust up!
My best friend
I met Susan in Portland, Oregon in the 1993-1994 Police Academy. Although we did not sit at the same table in the academy, we got to know each other on a Sheriff's bus trip one Saturday to learn how to do building searches. The trip took over an hour. We both sat in the back of the Sheriff's bus. I started singing ALL the words to Gilligan's Island. Susan chimed in and began a round of Green Acres. I knew that this was going to be the beginning of a great friendship. Most of our police friends were yelling help by the end of our final verse of Petticoat Junction. I also pretended to be insane by rocking back in forth in view of many citizens driving on the road. Many mothers shielded their children's eyes when they saw me in the window of the Sheriff's bus bouncing back and forth.
Susan and I can tell you many, many stories of our adventures on patrol. One time we innocently wanted to tell an older couple to buckle up. We made a hand jesture to our seatbelt indicating we wanted them to buckle up. The lady who was 80 stopped dead in the road. We approached the car and she was visibly shaken. We tried to assure her that she was not in trouble with the law, but just to use her seatbelt. Her Husband who appeared 90+, was also in the front seat. The wife told us she had just picked up her husband's heart medication. By the looks of things, we thought he was going to have the Big One on our traffic stop.
Susan has been my best friend since that Sheriff's bus trip in 1994. She has stood beside me with the deaths of both parents. Although we are not related by blood, I consider her my "sister". I have been warmly welcomed into the McCormick family and I treasure each and every "Family" gathering. The McCormick family has been a wonderful model of what love is.
I am most grateful for our trips to the movies, eating snacks, going for walks, eating snacks, doing 3 Marathons, eating snacks, walking Corbett, eating snacks, going to the Rose Festival parade, eating snacks, trips to the beach, eating snacks.
So Happy 50th Birthday to you "sister"
Love "sister"
P.S. I need to go get a snack now!
Susan and I can tell you many, many stories of our adventures on patrol. One time we innocently wanted to tell an older couple to buckle up. We made a hand jesture to our seatbelt indicating we wanted them to buckle up. The lady who was 80 stopped dead in the road. We approached the car and she was visibly shaken. We tried to assure her that she was not in trouble with the law, but just to use her seatbelt. Her Husband who appeared 90+, was also in the front seat. The wife told us she had just picked up her husband's heart medication. By the looks of things, we thought he was going to have the Big One on our traffic stop.
Susan has been my best friend since that Sheriff's bus trip in 1994. She has stood beside me with the deaths of both parents. Although we are not related by blood, I consider her my "sister". I have been warmly welcomed into the McCormick family and I treasure each and every "Family" gathering. The McCormick family has been a wonderful model of what love is.
I am most grateful for our trips to the movies, eating snacks, going for walks, eating snacks, doing 3 Marathons, eating snacks, walking Corbett, eating snacks, going to the Rose Festival parade, eating snacks, trips to the beach, eating snacks.
So Happy 50th Birthday to you "sister"
Love "sister"
P.S. I need to go get a snack now!
Saturday, February 24, 2007
As Sue's Cousin I didn't have a lot of interaction with Sue when I was younger due to the vast age difference, Sue being much my senior, and the miles between our families. However over the past eighteen years René and I have had the privilege of of developing a deep friendship with Sue. We have seen her grow in relationship with God and she is a person for whom we have a great deal of respect! Sue is amoung the most faithful people we have known. She has an amazing ability to always have a positive outlook and is therefore such an encouragement to be around. In the life of the church she is involved in, we have said many times that we wish we could clone her, however we would need to make them much younger! Our lives have been blessed because Sue is part of them. Sue we love you!
P.S. Sue has a great sense of humor and we haven't seen it fade even as she is moving into the elderly years. She has always been a person of great dignity so we have encluded some pictures to prove this fact.
Joel and René
One only wonders what "great pearls of wisdom" we are often deprived of when the "large hand of censor" claps down. We only hope it is in working order when Sue sees this post. It has been wonderful having a fantastic cousin with a great sense of humor in the neighborhood. I just hope and pray that your good nature doesn't disappear now that you are old. See Sue, I told you that digital enhancement could even give you hope after 50!!! Love you very much, Julie
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I Feel Blessed
Hello My Wonderful Daughter Susan,
This is my day to tell of a memory of mine when you were young. I have been thinking
of so many memories, it's hard to pick just one. I will start with your birth.
On Sunday, March 17th 1957 around ten in the evening, I had the first labor pain,
and since your Dad was in AZ for Spring traing. I was staying with your Grandparents. Your Grandmother did not drive, so Grampa Koehler drove us to Alhambra
Hospital and waited while I check in, and then left, Grandmother Koehler stayed with
me until your birth. Your Aunt Myrna was in nurses training and had told me, "When
you are in labor, don't yell or make any noise, because the nurses just hate it." I
remembered that, and from Sunday night until Tuesday at 10:14 AM, I did not make a
sound, but chewed on a lace hanky that your Grandmother gave me to hold. By the time
you arrived, the hanky was in shreds.
When you were placed in my arms, the love I felt was overwhelming. I was so blessed to have a beautiful baby girl in my arms. Your Dad and I had the name picked
out long before your birth, and when I looked at you, I knew that was the right name
for you.
Your Dad came home long enough to bring us home from the hospital, and we were
both so young, and never had been around a new born before. When your navel started
to bleed, I did not know this how it heals, and we both went into panic mode. I called the doctor's office and told them what was happening, and they explained, that
it's ok, that is normal, and that is how it heals.
When you were six weeks old, the two of us flew to New York to join your Dad, and
we lived at the Henry Hudson Hotel. (I think this is where the UN Building is today.)
I spent my days walking you through Central Park, and all over the area near the
hotel, and everyone in the hotel would stop to see the adorable little baby in the
pink and white stroller. I would change your clothes at least three times a day,
because you had so many cute outfits, and take off for another walk.
I would not let people get too close to you, because they had GERMS!!!!! With
each child I relaxed more. The following year on your 1st. birthday, we celebrated the special day in AZ, while you Dad was in Spring training once again, and then on to San Mateo, CA and
the year of our first home in the hills, and you had your very own swing set, children
to play with and toys that filled your bedroom.
Each afternoon after your lunch, you would take a nap, before you would close your eyes, you had to have a story read to you, and some days, it was many books, and you knew every word in each book, if a word was left out, or changed, you would
become very upset, and point, and it would have to be read over once again.
With each year, the love has grown stronger, and I feel that my prayers were answered, because you have God in your daily life. I love you Susan, thank you for
being such a wonderful Daughter and friend.
With Big Hugs,
Mom
This is my day to tell of a memory of mine when you were young. I have been thinking
of so many memories, it's hard to pick just one. I will start with your birth.
On Sunday, March 17th 1957 around ten in the evening, I had the first labor pain,
and since your Dad was in AZ for Spring traing. I was staying with your Grandparents. Your Grandmother did not drive, so Grampa Koehler drove us to Alhambra
Hospital and waited while I check in, and then left, Grandmother Koehler stayed with
me until your birth. Your Aunt Myrna was in nurses training and had told me, "When
you are in labor, don't yell or make any noise, because the nurses just hate it." I
remembered that, and from Sunday night until Tuesday at 10:14 AM, I did not make a
sound, but chewed on a lace hanky that your Grandmother gave me to hold. By the time
you arrived, the hanky was in shreds.
When you were placed in my arms, the love I felt was overwhelming. I was so blessed to have a beautiful baby girl in my arms. Your Dad and I had the name picked
out long before your birth, and when I looked at you, I knew that was the right name
for you.
Your Dad came home long enough to bring us home from the hospital, and we were
both so young, and never had been around a new born before. When your navel started
to bleed, I did not know this how it heals, and we both went into panic mode. I called the doctor's office and told them what was happening, and they explained, that
it's ok, that is normal, and that is how it heals.
When you were six weeks old, the two of us flew to New York to join your Dad, and
we lived at the Henry Hudson Hotel. (I think this is where the UN Building is today.)
I spent my days walking you through Central Park, and all over the area near the
hotel, and everyone in the hotel would stop to see the adorable little baby in the
pink and white stroller. I would change your clothes at least three times a day,
because you had so many cute outfits, and take off for another walk.
I would not let people get too close to you, because they had GERMS!!!!! With
each child I relaxed more. The following year on your 1st. birthday, we celebrated the special day in AZ, while you Dad was in Spring training once again, and then on to San Mateo, CA and
the year of our first home in the hills, and you had your very own swing set, children
to play with and toys that filled your bedroom.
Each afternoon after your lunch, you would take a nap, before you would close your eyes, you had to have a story read to you, and some days, it was many books, and you knew every word in each book, if a word was left out, or changed, you would
become very upset, and point, and it would have to be read over once again.
With each year, the love has grown stronger, and I feel that my prayers were answered, because you have God in your daily life. I love you Susan, thank you for
being such a wonderful Daughter and friend.
With Big Hugs,
Mom
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Sue's start in life
Everything has a beginning. Even Sue. Her mother and I decided as two responsible 17 year olds to get married. As happens after your married the possibilities of having an offspring increase. When Carolyn and I found out Carolyn was pregnant [not from the Easter Bunny] we were excited as can be. I new I would be able to provide for them both as I knew I was going to be a success in life. Enrolled at the time at USC with intentions to be an engineer or ultimately be a professional baseball player. Mind you a baseball player, not necessarily a major leasgue one. Little did I know that I would sign a big contract before the school year began and off to New York I went for the last month of the season. The following March as Carolyn approached her due date I was in Arizona at my first spring training while Carolyn remained in San Gabriel. I got a call from Carolyn saying we had a beautiful healthy daughter born on the 19th. I was beside myself and since I had very few close friends on the Giants I went to the manager, Bill Rigney, and explained my overjoy. He said why don't you go home for a couple of days and share that joy with your wife. I was on the next plane as I did not need to be told twice. I remember holding her and thinking as all fathers do that this was th most beautiful baby in the world. Here we are almost 50 years later and all mt feelings are still the same.
I love you,
Dad
I love you,
Dad
The Stairway to Heaven in the 'ol Capri
Hmm...it all began in 1972 when Sue earned a bit of freedom at age 16 with her mustard yellow/Tang orange-colored Capri. Many times Sue's freedom came at a price. The price of toting around her much younger sister (by ten years I must add). A little sister with big ears and blessed with an incredible memory. These trips throughout Mountain View and beyond were filled with loud Peter Frampton 8-track music and cigarette smoke spilling out once we arrived at our location (from Sue, who got all of that out of her system many years ago thank goodness!).
These drives opened my young eyes to her boyfriends and how easy it was for me to be able to get things exciting by merely mentioning things or someone I'd imagined (or not). Dropping the name of someone else or making little sounds on the phone when I picked it up while she was talking (little burps, heavy breathing, fake tooting sounds). It was also at this early age that I began to hone my interview and reporting skills. Interviewing her boyfriends on the couch and reporting back to other guy friends of hers or to my parents. Now I know why I majored in journalism (broadcast no less, in college).
The fun drives in the Capri included some clothes shopping trips too, usually to the Mayfield Mall or San Antonio Rd. shopping center. This was always fun because Sue had to bring me into the dressing room. After returning from one of these trips, I sat and quietly checked out my mother while she was doing things in the kitchen. Our mom sensed I was deep in thought and had something to say. After asking me "Stacy, honey, is there something you want to talk about?" I proceeded to ask her a simple question. One that can stay with you for years if you're on the receiving end. Sorry for all of the therapy over this one Mom! I said "Mommy, am I going to be more like Susie or you when I grow up?" With that, our mom either asked me or sensed that I was inquiring about how I'd turn out after puberty. She responded "Honey, I think you'll be more like your sister". Apparently my body relaxed, I breathed a loud sound of relief, said "Oh, great! Thanks mommy" and bounded back upstairs.
Sue moved out of our area and got a new car in San Diego. I was thrilled to know that the fun just continued, regardless of the car. When I moved to San Diego while attending SDSU, Sue and I had many, many fun times doing things together. We drove to the beach, to stores, out to eat, etc. She even was patient enough to drive around with me while I was determined to find Tom Cruise (she made the mistake of telling me he was there to film "Top Gun").
By car, bus, plane, or by our feet...never mattered really because I have always loved the time I was able to spend with my big sister. I mean, to think that she put up with such a pesky (that's being nice) younger sister and that we are best friends at age 40 and nearly 50!! I am truly, truly blessed. Our driving experiences just continue to change over the years. Now I know I can bring Sue along for a true "driving school" refresher!! I love you Sue, get ready for some more silly cards in the mail!
These drives opened my young eyes to her boyfriends and how easy it was for me to be able to get things exciting by merely mentioning things or someone I'd imagined (or not). Dropping the name of someone else or making little sounds on the phone when I picked it up while she was talking (little burps, heavy breathing, fake tooting sounds). It was also at this early age that I began to hone my interview and reporting skills. Interviewing her boyfriends on the couch and reporting back to other guy friends of hers or to my parents. Now I know why I majored in journalism (broadcast no less, in college).
The fun drives in the Capri included some clothes shopping trips too, usually to the Mayfield Mall or San Antonio Rd. shopping center. This was always fun because Sue had to bring me into the dressing room. After returning from one of these trips, I sat and quietly checked out my mother while she was doing things in the kitchen. Our mom sensed I was deep in thought and had something to say. After asking me "Stacy, honey, is there something you want to talk about?" I proceeded to ask her a simple question. One that can stay with you for years if you're on the receiving end. Sorry for all of the therapy over this one Mom! I said "Mommy, am I going to be more like Susie or you when I grow up?" With that, our mom either asked me or sensed that I was inquiring about how I'd turn out after puberty. She responded "Honey, I think you'll be more like your sister". Apparently my body relaxed, I breathed a loud sound of relief, said "Oh, great! Thanks mommy" and bounded back upstairs.
Sue moved out of our area and got a new car in San Diego. I was thrilled to know that the fun just continued, regardless of the car. When I moved to San Diego while attending SDSU, Sue and I had many, many fun times doing things together. We drove to the beach, to stores, out to eat, etc. She even was patient enough to drive around with me while I was determined to find Tom Cruise (she made the mistake of telling me he was there to film "Top Gun").
By car, bus, plane, or by our feet...never mattered really because I have always loved the time I was able to spend with my big sister. I mean, to think that she put up with such a pesky (that's being nice) younger sister and that we are best friends at age 40 and nearly 50!! I am truly, truly blessed. Our driving experiences just continue to change over the years. Now I know I can bring Sue along for a true "driving school" refresher!! I love you Sue, get ready for some more silly cards in the mail!
Monday, February 19, 2007
One month and counting
The year was 1974, Sue was a graduating senior and I was a freshman in High School, Sue was working at a German restuarant in Los Altos and called one late afternoon to ask if I wanted a job. Not having formally worked before (other than the lawn mowing, car washing jobs) I accepted, Sue picked me up in her wonderful mustard yellow Capri and off to work we went. My new job kept me behind the kitchen counter and away from the customers (good thing too), but it did allow me the opportunity to hone my impersonation skills (dying cats, the 3 Stooges, various cartoon characters) all while trying to keep things "light" at work. One evening, the menu called for fresh fish, fresh Trout to be exact. Well, in a humorous fashion, I removed one of the fish heads, placed in between two pie tins, one with a hole in the bottom of it where I stuck my finger inside the fish head to make it move, and walked out front to see Sue who was working up front as the hostess. I stood off to the side where the customers could not see me and proceeded to open the pie tins with my speaking fish head saying "Shut the door it's cold", "Oh, I'm sorry", "Zalright". Well the remainder of the night was spent watching Sue try to seat people without busting out in laughter, one of many zany activities at the restaurant. Everytime I see pie tins, I think back to the restaurant and the look on Sue's face.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Sue's turning 50!!!!
Hi everyone,
It's time for the countdown to Sue's 50th birthday on March 19th, 2007. We created a blog for everyone to visit and add to the excitement. I would like to suggest we schedule a day for each person to add a story or write a personal note to Sue (whatever you desire) as a way to roast or add sincerity to her final days in her 40's.
Here is a proposed schedule
(Names or e-mail adresses below)
2/17: Matt
2/18: Mike Jr.
2/19: Stacy
2/20: Dad
2/21: Mom
2/22: Jon or Kari Mason
2/23: Joel or Rene Mason
2/24: John or Julie Hockensmith
2/25: Lloyd & Myrna Mason
2/26: Annie
2/27: Sheila
2/28: Dbrown
3/1: jburton
3/2: Christina
3/3: tudor56
3/4: mflanigan
3/5: hallhome
3/6: judahhawk
3/7: rlmcdunn
3/8: susan miller
3/9: cyndis
3/10: kassapooh
3/11: cyntejada
3/12: tltool
3/13: Tara
3/14: Kelli
3/15: Mike Moeller
3/17: Mom
3/18: Dad
3/19 Mike Jr., Stacy & Matt
A wonderful Aunt but didn't understand the meaning of "carpet"
It was over 10 years ago, and Sue had spent time coming out to Denver to visit her little Niece Madison(2yrs old). She would continually request for us to visit Portland and allow Madison to spend an entire day with her Auntie Sue. The opportunity came up sooner than later and Kathy took Maddie with her on a business trip to Portland so Sue could spend time with Maddie. On the first day, Kathy made sure Madison understood that Auntie Sue would be spending the day with her and to make sure she listened to her direction. Sue had planned to go to the zoo, park and even ride a train. In "Sue fashion" every minute was planned out. She took time off from the bank and had been very excited about this special time together. Kathy said her goodbyes and made sure Sue knew what Maddie would need for the day. All was good for the first ten minutes as Sue was feeding Maddie chicken nuggets. All of sudden Maddie looks at her Auntie Sue with dissapointment and points down saying "carpet". Sue sees her concern and starts looking for what she had dropped. Not finding a thing, Maddie starts to get more upset by the minute shouting carpet and Sue is starting to become a tad stressed to say the least. After 5 minutes of trying to find what she dropped on the carpet (down on her hands and knees), she was 30 seconds from calling Kathy when she realized Maddie talk. The carpet was actually "ketchup" and Sue quickly re-filled her plate. All was good from that moment forward and to this day, Maddie remembers that time with her Auntie Sue!
It's time for the countdown to Sue's 50th birthday on March 19th, 2007. We created a blog for everyone to visit and add to the excitement. I would like to suggest we schedule a day for each person to add a story or write a personal note to Sue (whatever you desire) as a way to roast or add sincerity to her final days in her 40's.
Here is a proposed schedule
(Names or e-mail adresses below)
2/17: Matt
2/18: Mike Jr.
2/19: Stacy
2/20: Dad
2/21: Mom
2/22: Jon or Kari Mason
2/23: Joel or Rene Mason
2/24: John or Julie Hockensmith
2/25: Lloyd & Myrna Mason
2/26: Annie
2/27: Sheila
2/28: Dbrown
3/1: jburton
3/2: Christina
3/3: tudor56
3/4: mflanigan
3/5: hallhome
3/6: judahhawk
3/7: rlmcdunn
3/8: susan miller
3/9: cyndis
3/10: kassapooh
3/11: cyntejada
3/12: tltool
3/13: Tara
3/14: Kelli
3/15: Mike Moeller
3/17: Mom
3/18: Dad
3/19 Mike Jr., Stacy & Matt
A wonderful Aunt but didn't understand the meaning of "carpet"
It was over 10 years ago, and Sue had spent time coming out to Denver to visit her little Niece Madison(2yrs old). She would continually request for us to visit Portland and allow Madison to spend an entire day with her Auntie Sue. The opportunity came up sooner than later and Kathy took Maddie with her on a business trip to Portland so Sue could spend time with Maddie. On the first day, Kathy made sure Madison understood that Auntie Sue would be spending the day with her and to make sure she listened to her direction. Sue had planned to go to the zoo, park and even ride a train. In "Sue fashion" every minute was planned out. She took time off from the bank and had been very excited about this special time together. Kathy said her goodbyes and made sure Sue knew what Maddie would need for the day. All was good for the first ten minutes as Sue was feeding Maddie chicken nuggets. All of sudden Maddie looks at her Auntie Sue with dissapointment and points down saying "carpet". Sue sees her concern and starts looking for what she had dropped. Not finding a thing, Maddie starts to get more upset by the minute shouting carpet and Sue is starting to become a tad stressed to say the least. After 5 minutes of trying to find what she dropped on the carpet (down on her hands and knees), she was 30 seconds from calling Kathy when she realized Maddie talk. The carpet was actually "ketchup" and Sue quickly re-filled her plate. All was good from that moment forward and to this day, Maddie remembers that time with her Auntie Sue!
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