Bertha A Stratton

Bert was my baby sitter from the time I was an infant until I was 11 or 12. She had a big hand in raising me and my brothers. I have many memories of growing up at her house. Her husband taught us work ethic by paying us for pulling weeds and other yard maintenance around their home. My favorite memories were as I got older, when it was naptime, the older kids got to go to the basement and keep playing while the little ones napped. We would make a bunch of paper airplanes and fly them all over the basement. Sounds stupid butt we had a blast. We would ride our bigwheels on the back patio round and round in circles like it was a racetrack. And the candy supply was unlimited.