Ole Cutsforth

Our dear, remarkable old Mom hung up her apron, cashed in her chips and headed to Heaven, where Dad was waiting with the bow of the boat on the beach.

We had told Mom it was OK for her to go, then Nip was on his way from Oregon, and we said "Hang on mom, Nip's on his way." She was probably thinking "make up your minds." She did hang on. Nip arrived at midnight in a snowstorm and mom left the next morning at 9 a.m.

Keith and Ole bought the Camp Polk Ranch in 1947. They raised their kids there on buck meat and gravy. Dad liked it poached, so that's the way Mom cooked it.

She was surrounded with love by her family. You are so beautiful forever, Mom. Mom's request was to have a wingding this summer when the fishing is good.

Submitted by Evelyn Siegner.