By Linda~Lavender Armstead

I miss Cookie so much. It was always this time of the year when she and I went out and explored the joys of New Life called Springtime. When I would see a beautiful tree blooming I would write her and tell her and most of the time her chauffeur, Bub Taylor, would take her and sometimes Betsy, her daughter would take her for a drive. After returning home Cookie would write…