A couple of things I most remember about Julie was her pretty smile and her hearty laughter.

At our anniversary party, she said she most enjoyed sitting in the large chair in our family room, the air-conditioning and seeing so much of the family in one place.

After my brother Joe and I dropped off a new stove to her house, which her Brother Ant installed, she said she was so happy that she could bake again.

My Mom, Aunt Josephine, would often visit Aunt Jennie with two bags of Kielbasa and rye bread, one for Aunt Jennie and one for Aunt Angie and the kids. 

My Dad, Uncle Mike, had mentioned that the kids learned patience from his sister, Aunt Angie.  He told me a story of visiting Aunt Ang while she was making macaroni and how the little ones would put their hands on the table to feel the flour.  Aunt Ang in a normal tone would say no-no and brush their hands away continuing the conversation.  He said he was the only one who was getting upset, not his sister or the kids.

The memories of these things typify the meaning of family and Julie was an example of this love.

We extend our most profound sympathy to the rest of the family.

Mike and Arlene Vattimo and family.