Linda Bone Pollard
Crickett and Ethel were one of the few relatives I knew. We always stayed at their house when my mother, Retha Pollard Bone, visited Louisiana. You could always count on Ethel to make you feel welcome, feed you until you were ready to explode, and always be there if you needed her. She and I had plans to look over some of the old family pictures and tell stories this spring. I'm sorry, Aunt Ethel, that I didn't make it to see you. I will miss you.