I'm getting a kick out of it that you call yourself Gladys! My favorite auntie was Aunt Gladys, and I have such happy memories of staying over at her house, and being treated to life like my cousin (an only child, she; one of five, me) It was like the Hilton there, and we slept out on the covered porch and giggled all night, and ran thru the sprinkler, and bought fudgesickles when we were allowed to walk to the neighborhood store. I hang my sheets and towels on the line in the sunny weather, and have fond memories of Gladys!