As my older sister of two years and six days, I remember Betty with much joy and, to be honest, a little envy.

When we were in pre-school in Halifax, my mother gave us a joint birthday party with twenty little kids. One hid

under the table so that was the end of our joint parties.

When we were teenagers in Upper Canard, our mother would allow us to do our homework for half an hour, then

take a short break to jive to Elvis Presley. Would it not have been for Betty's help with my Latin homework, I may

never have made it to Acadia University.

Later, with families of our own, we had many fun holidays together in Australia, Alberta, England and Nova Scotia.

On one trip, my sister taught me the word "misremember". Afterwards I could not find it in the dictionary.

My greatest joy was being able to Skype with Elisabeth twice a month over the past several months and again

just before she passed away.

Farewell Betty! You were my rock!     Love Jean