Tuesday, May 16, 2017
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I'm deeply saddened to hear of Sandy's passing. I thought of Sandy often and always wondered how she was. We shared so many wonderful memories growing up in Osceola and playing basketball. Sandy was tough in under the basket. And, if you even tried, you were bound to run smack dab into her. I remember a night Sandy and I went for a ride with Jenny D. to see some guy in Mt. Ayr, but we had to be back in Osceola to work the concession stand for a boys' game. Needless to say, when we arrived back at the gym, Sandy and I both kissed the ground and called our mothers to tell them how much we loved them. That was one crazy ride, but we always had fun -- the three of us. They also came to pick me up at home to catch the bus to Chariton one Friday after school. When they arrived, I quickly gathered my uniform and shoes and started out the door. Only, I missed the top step and tumbled the rest of the way. They went on to the school to catch the bus, and I went to the hospital to get my head sewn up. Although we did not keep in touch throughout the years, our memories never left us. So, my dear Sandy, go play basketball with Jenny. Tell her hello for me, and I will see you guys some day. Get out your white blazers and maroon pleated skirts! I have no doubt they will fit in heaven. Peace to your beautiful family. Mary Jo #25
