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  1. Gary Preedom

    Aunt Myrtle was like a second mother to me. Bill and Dave as close as brothers. Aunt Myrtle would take us where ever we needed to go, without ever commenting on how inconvenient it might have been. I don’t think I ever remember her ever using the excuse that she would miss something important to her if she took us anywhere. I’m sure she had other plans at times.
    There was one request that she had made to me, though I may find it hard to do, she asked me to sing a song at her wake called “He touched Me.”

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