I remember camping with her and Uncle Winnfred at Lake Quachita.  On the way down, she and I were in her teeny tiny blue car followng Uncle Winn, (a.k.a. Paw Bear).  They both had CB's and we chatted back on forth all the way there.  I didn't have a "handle", and hers was Lady Butterfly.  So, naturally, I was appointed Baby Butterfly! haha She and I later spent many hours on the shores of the lake collecting natural crystals.  You had to hear her say that word... it was more kreeshtuls. She was so funny and loved to laugh.  I'll miss her, as will all the family, but she's much happier now in the arms of her Paw Bear dancing in the House of her beloved Jesus.  Rest in peace Aunt MaryJo.