Vicky being my older sister, one of my favorite memories is when Vicky came to visit me in London (I was stationed there in the Navy), and I decided to take her to my local pub. On our walk-up Harrow on the Hill (where I lived) I tried to tell her about certain ways the British have compared to our ways...but we all know Vicky. Anyway, women only drink 1/2 pints and men drink pints, of course Vicky wasn't having any of that so what did she do? She ordered two 1/2 pints every time after having words with the barkeep who refused to sell her the full pint.
There are so many more stories and memories throughout our childhood and teenage years I would run out of room. I'm going to miss my sister dearly. Enjoy new adventures with Mom Vicky. You will be missed. Love Ya, Lizzy