Vivian was the elegant lady I hoped one day to grow up to be like. I remember sitting under her kitchen table in Irvington and pushing out the squeaker in her cat toy's tummy. I knew I'd get in trouble....but I didn't. I remember, almost fifty years later, she helped me go through piles and piles of "stuff" after my mother died. I don't remember her ever not being there. Her presence I took for granted though years would sometimes go by without us corresponding....I knew she would be there always. She taught me that all food doesn't necessarily cook on high and at some point you should stop buying clothes that you will some day grow into. I can't remember her ever yelling at me but do remember her, "Oh, Mel", when I did something colossally stupid. I wanted to always please her. Her respect, I sought. As I'm writing this I realize how many ways she influenced my life. How fortunate I was to have had her as my Aunt. I will miss her so much...................