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Just to clarify a point, her last name was Wilcox not Wilson. Mojo is correct in saying she was an accomplished chef as well. She put together the American French Genealogical Society cookbook back in the early 80's. We are presently in our third printing, and although it has been modified a bit, it still sells very well. Although I had been into genealogy for many years before I met her, she gave me a copy of a computer program for inserting all my information into the computer. The old DOS program came with about 5 diskettes (5 1/4 floppies) and a 6 inch thick manual which slid into one of those heavy cardboard sleeves. I still use the same program today, but in a much newer, sleeker version.

Nate:

I think that is one of the best eulogies I've ever read. It really summed up Lucille quite well. I think she enjoyed having you visit her and talking about the games. She did have an awful lot of them. Last weekend I spent two days in the barn trying to straighten up the mess it has become. After setting up some shelving I proceeded to repack some of the 20 tons of material you still have up there. I can confirm that Lucille still sits there proudly, with it's 640k of ram and 20meg hard drive, which was more than we would ever need if I correctly remember the salesman who sold it to us.

I've got to agree with you on this one. I grew up on the Three Stooges. I know, I know, they may not be the height of comedy to lots of the younger age groups, but to me and my generation, they were like Gods. I'm sure if you go up to any male over the age of say 50, and say just a few words from a Three Stooges routine, they can repeat the whole thing. (Women do not fare as well in this experiment. For some reason, they just don't get it.) Ask the same males what they remember from high school chemistry and you are met with silence. I digress. I never remember one time when I or any of my lunatic friends ever grabbed someone by the nose with a pair of pliers, ran a saw over someone's head, or poked someone in the eye. As dumb as we were, we all realized that it wasn't real and someone could get hurt. Believe it or not there were those who thought the Stooges were too violent for us.

I've never really played any of the games you mentioned as I had to work 20 hours a day to pay for them, but I'm happy you were able to distinguish between what was real and what was fantasy. You and Paul slaying mythical beasts was healthy for your imagination. Playing hockey was good for your health although I can't say the same for the health of the garage door when you missed the cage.

All in all I guess you turned out all right and to the best of my knowledge you never stole a car.

We also enjoyed the the depressing French movie about the French singer as well.

Cheer up Nate, you may grow up to be a cool old guy, like your old man. Did I ever tell you that I went to Woodstock!!!! !!!!!! !!

I can remember when the General Lee from the Dukes of Hazard and couple of He-man figures would brighten up your eyes on Christmas morning. Time marches on I guess.