I really can't believe she's gone.  I imagine that my father was waiting for her with open arms calling her "Scag" his nickname for her.  They had a lot of good times with her and so did we.  We lived across the street and were always over each others houses,eating lauging and talking, always around the kitchen table.  Well, my very 1st Memory of Aunt Marge was November 22, 1963, I was only 3 years old with a photographic memory.  Aunt Marge, my Mom and I were at a store called Allmart, it was about 12:30 in the afternoon, the store manager got on the loud speaker and said, "Ladies & Gentlemen" I have a serious announcement to make, Our President, John F. Kennedy has been shot, I repeat, our President has been shot.  My mom pulled me out of the cart, we left the carts right were they were and ran out of the store, Aunt Marge drove us home and ran across the street, we all put our TV's on, within a short few minutes, the husband came home also, the Steel Mills sent everybody home because of the tragedy, everyone just watched while they announced that our President is Dead, my Dad got on the phone with Aunt Marge and they cried.