I remember the times my aunt Sheran lived with us on East 7th Ave in Vancouver, British Columbia and the huge green house they moved into before they moved to Okanagan Falls then Penticton, British Columbia.  Sheran loved the Lord Jesus and family and friends. They meant a lot to her. She was a wise, caring, fun person, and people from all walks of life loved and found her interesting. She never judged people and helped who she could. I have many fond memories of my aunt that would take up a lot of space to put it on here, but I'll share this one. When she lived on her father's farm during the hot summer, a bat somehow got into the room upstairs and was caught in Sheran's new hair-doo. We heard her screaming and her husband George ran and got a broom and told her to stay still while he kept wacking her over the head with the broom. He was trying to get this huge dracula type bat out of her hair but Sheran kept screaming and moving around. Finally George got it onto the floor and killed it with the broom. It was horrible to watch but Sheran was glad it wasn't stuck in her hair any longer. Another memory is of her daughter Paula Rose Sauter's birthday party on East 7th. Sadly Paula was hit and killed by a car at the age of 17 in Penticton, BC. Sheran was never quite the same after her daughter's death. Another memory is of her standing with me outside the house on 7th and her telling me to watch this....she motioned to a man walking down the street. He looked over at us and Sheran did something weird with her eyes and expression and the man looked startled and rushed away. She said the man thought she was from another planet if I remember right. Sheran thought it was quite funny and laughed. Another memory of her is when we stayed at a motel in Vancouver, and we were dying t-shirts in the sink and having a good time. My parents and I used to go down to OK Falls and stay on the farm with her and George and we had many fun times there. I went to Penticton a few times also and visited Sheran and George and my cousins. We all had fun picking fruit in peachland in OK Falls and many other times. I remember the terrible storm we had in Okanagan Falls and Sheran explaining it was a storm. I was nervous of storms in my childhood and Sheran talked about it to me. That's just some of the memories. Once she came to see her sister (my mom) in her nursing homes with some of her children. Of course they weren't children by then but had a nice time seeing us.  Another memory is of me in a bedroom at the farm reading comics in the dark. Aunt Sheran and mom came into the room with a strange look on their faces. I asked what’s up and they looked relieved. I think they thought the noise of me turning the comic pages was a ghost. Laura Lynn Petersen