One of my special memories growing up was of my parent's friends, the Lambs. Mr. Lamb was an artist. He painted a full sized wall mural on their living room wall, which I was totally impressed with. David's older brother Jim is currently a renowned artist and I love finding his art in stores all over the U.S., even today.

      Whenever we visited the Lambs, I remember hearing a sweet sounding wind chime hanging from their house.

      Mrs. Lamb was talented at cake decorating and when Jim and I were married, she made our wedding cake.

      Their older children knew my older sisters, but I remember their son, David. I must have been about 6 years old when my mother invited David to my birthday party. David was never very strong or healthy that I can remember because he had leukemia. I liked him though because he was pretty nice to me. His birthday gift to me was a book. I think it was "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". It was the first book I'd ever seen that had "fuzzy" pictures! I felt so special to have such a fancy book!

      I imagine David got bored one day because I heard he was playing with his mother's sewing machine. He ended up sewing his finger right through somehow. Because of his condition, I guess this was a serious thing.

      On one occasion, I went with David to the hospital. We tried to have fun together, even though it was a hard day for him.

      Then one day, soon after, mommy told me that David went to heaven to be with Jesus. That was hard for me. I was told later that he asked for me just before he died.

      I will always have a special place in my heart for my childhood friend: