Anonymous
I grew up down the road from Turk and Francis - they were the closest relations we had when we moved from Flint to Muskegon. I used to ride my bike up Lake Harbor and Pontaluna from our house near Hoffmaster to her house on Little Black Lake. Francis was always happy to see me, standing at her door, with a fishing pool in one hand and a can of worms in the other, regardless of what I had interrupted or when I showed up, always unannounced. It's been 20+ years since those days, but she knew me right away at my grandfather's funeral, calling me "Buddy's boy" and holding my hand at the church. I can see she will be missed and trust she is well recieved in heaven.##imported-begin##Andrew S. Hill (Grand Nephew?)##imported-end##

