I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on April 27, 1935 (as you can see above, right?) We didn't stay in Philly long, and our family soon found themselves in Atlantic City, New Jersey. We spent several years in New Jersey before we began our trek westward. We landed in California eventually, La Jolla to be specific, and life was good. I excelled in High School, and earned honors in Drama and Cheerleading. I was also a local beauty queen in La Jolla, and was a classmate of Jo Raquel Tejada, who later became known as Raquel Welch. I had my eyes on Hollywood, much as Raquel did, but while working at the San Diego Zoo I fell for a San Diego police officer named Jay Holmes. There went my Hollywood dreams. So, we got married, and we had our first child, Mark (he later changed the spelling to Marc) in 1956. Next came Kevin in 1959, and finally Laura (Daggs) in 1961. The family ended up moving to Pomona, and Jay became a Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff. Jay and I divorced some years later, and I then fell in with an ex-biker named John Saville. Talk about going from one end of the spectrum to the other - cop to biker. Due to a variety of factors, we ended up moving the family to Salt Lake City, Utah in 1972. Marc promptly bought a bus ticket back to California, and was one day away from his escape when I caught him. Kevin and Laura adapted a bit better, though it was a culture shock moving to the land of Zion in 1972. I decided to improve my lot in life, and put myself through stenography school, and became a Certified Shorthand Reporter (aka Court Reporter), and started my own business, CSR Associates. I was quite successful at this endeavor, but no so much in marriage, as John and I later split up. I lived and worked in the Salt Lake City area until 1999, when I moved to Roosevelt, Utah. I bought a house with five acres and promptly got out of the rat race. I had a number of dogs over the years, and my final companion was Pancho Villa. I loved Pancho dearly, and he was the best roommate I ever had. I very much enjoyed the solitude and peace afforded me living in Roosevelt, even though the kids thought I was a bubble off level when I bought the house. Marc lived with me for a time, and Laura and Kevin visited me frequently. Willy, a close friend in Roosevelt, was incredibly helpful in assisting me with maintaining my property. My sincerest thanks to him. I had a long and full life, and packed a great deal into my 88 years on this Earth. I loved my family and friends, and I shall miss you all terribly. When you look at the night sky this evening, find the brightest star, and think of me and the good times we shared.