When I think of Kolu, the picture that most readily pops into my head is her entertaining me at g'ma and g'pa's house when I was probably 4 or so. Susie, Carrie, and Maggie always went to do their own thing, so Kolu was stuck entertaining me. I would play with her 'boing boing' hair, listen to her practice the piano, and sing songs with her. She would sing the ABC's and right after the 'next time won't you sing with me', start right back up with the song again, even if I had been singing with her that time. I remember feeling protective every time she and dad would have debates. I always assumed he was picking on her and would yell at him to quit it.
I have so many memories that I want to share, but every story ends by describing her as an amazing, kind, funny, beautiful, and strong woman. I hope to live my life with as much strength, grace, and humor as she has.
- by Katie Walkley, Kolu's cousin
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Thanks for sharing! I'm a fellow beekeeper and nearly a neighbor in Hurdle Mills. I see the For Sale sign with sadness. She helped me with some IT stuff, some photos, some honey extracting.
The moment that made me want to get to know her better was at a beekeeping meeting when I tripped carrying a bunch of stuff (not bees, thankfully!). Being of that age when you don't want to fall ... and still embarrassed by my near-miss, I loved hearing Kolu downplay things, "....nice recovery, by the way."
I'm still wishing for time to get to know her better.
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