Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Liisu was like a second mother to me. I remember fondly working on her farm, and after a hard day of cutting and baling hay, being greeted by kindness, warmth and, of course, lots of good, tasty Estonian food. She and Arnold were friends with my parents, so I saw her often. In later life, after the farm was gone, and my parents passed away, we still got together frequently, enjoying each others company, even though we were from two different generations. She was a wonderful, good friend and I already miss her very much.
