Pat Eshbaugh
I have many memories of Aunt Betty. My earliest would be those of her giving me a bath in a wash tub when I visited them. I also remember the day she caught me just in time as I headed to the hog pen with a bucket to "milk the hogs". My most cherished memories are those of hearing her and my dear Uncle Glenn praying during family prayer cells. He was a Godly prince of a man, and Aunt Betty was his princess. They are together once again.


