I remember Cousin Gail as a lovely little girl who always seemed to be smiling. Mom and I spent about three months living near her and her family in Watha when Mom and I drove from Pittsburgh to St. Petersburg in 1944. (We were staying at Granny Crumpler’s house.) From what I can recall, Gail was inclined to stay in the background and not put herself forward. I played mostly with Willis, who was just a few months older than I, and years later Mom and I were entertained by Gail’s husband, who gave us a lot of laughs. Meanwhile, Gail was quietly supportive of the men in her life and accomplished many things that I was not aware of till now.
I knew that Aunt Myrtle, a favorite of mine, had taken care of Granny in her declining years, but was not aware than Gail had helped out, too. That must have taken a good deal of dedication on young Gail’s part. Later God blessed Gail and Merle with Lee, and they have been true blessings to one another.
I am privileged to have known them.