Memorial for Sharon (Bunny) Mcclellan Hodge Taylor

Yesterday was quite a day. Mother and I attended a funeral for a good friend at our church in Elma. It was a great service with lots of input from his family.
We returned from there about 11:45 or so and picked up the items we needed (food and gas) and then headed directly for Tacoma - 6th avenue - where we attended a memorial for my first cousin, Bunny, as we always called her. It was years before I found out her actual first name was Sharon.
The gathering room at her mother, Adeline's place seemed small with more than 50 people gathered in it - probably closer to 100. Many people paid great respect to her with their childhood tales and also the tales of her adult years. She always loved a good story and loved to play pranks on other people.
I remember one time we were visiting her family when I was around 14 years of age. She was just 5 months younger than I so we were really of an age although I was a year ahead of her in school so thought I was much older. We were visiting them in a small town - not sure which one as they lived in several. There was a horse on their property; he was as wild as a march hare. Bunny dared me to ride it and so I did. I knew nothing about riding horses, the horse had no saddle, no reins no nothing except a mane of hair for me to hang on to. I climbed up on a very large rock and somehow got on top of that horse. He took off at what seemed like 100 miles an hour. I hung on for dear life but when he decided to make a very sharp turn to the right I made a very sharp turn to the left, or so it seemed. Needless to say I was a little sore for a few days and didn't ride another horse for a long time and never again without a saddle and reins. In the meantime Bunny and some of her siblings were having a very good laugh at my expense. I did not see the funny side of it at that time and can just barely laugh about it now.
Bunny had a sense of humor to the day she passed away.
It was so great to see her mother and siblings and two of her children, Ken and Don Hodge. Both live back East and work in different capacities for the Government.
The moment I saw them I knew they were hurting but had their emotions well under control.
Their demeanor and soft spoken ways showed what wonderful men they had grown to be.
They have worked hard in their family, employment and in their Church and I, for one, am very proud of them. Even more though, I am proud of Bunny for obviously doing such a great job as their mother. I will post some pictures tomorrow.