Monica Kochelee

My Grandma Bobbie was a “hot ticket.”  She was a lot of fun; when she was younger she was a real “party girl.”  She loved to laugh, she loved to dance.

She taught me how to knit and crochet and sew.  She was one of the very few people in my family that I enjoyed being with pretty much anytime of the day or night.  She would save up her McCall’s magazines and let me cut out the Betsy McCall paper dolls and play with them.

She loved to go to psychics and have her fortune told, then she would tell me that her psychic told her that I was going to be a nurse.  Well, that never happened, but I did want to become a veterinarian.  That never happened, either, due to parental interference (very long sob story!)

She would have loved the Internet if she had lived long enough to see how it has progressed over the few short years it has been in existence.  She died on my birthday in 1987, and I miss her terribly.