I knew her as Aunt Hazel. My memories of her are scattered here and there as you moved in and out of our lives. When you lived behind us in Monrovia, I was most focused on my fun cousins. It was way too short of time that you lived there, but I have memories of those times...and what I recall about Aunt Hazel was how great she dressed and how the atmosphere changed when she came around. She definitely stood out in a crowd for her flamboyance and style and uncommon beauty. It was a very meaningful to Mom when they were able to share their love of Jesus later on in life. I love all the history you wrote here, filling in the gaps for me. She lived her life fully and well. Reminds me of a qoute from St. Iraneus: "The Glory of God is man fully alive." Aunt Hazel surely tickeled God's heart.