Tomorrow would have been Blanche Branch's 100th birthday. She made it to 96, which is nothing to sneeze at, but I still miss her. She was born to Walter Edward Vermillion and Mollie (Jicha) Vermillion on April 6, 1907, in Wayne, Indian Territory. I used to love to tell people that she was older than Oklahoma, if only by seven months.
I'll be thinking about her this weekend, not just because of her birthday but also because Easter was her favorite holiday. Wherever she is now, I'll bet she gets to hide the eggs on Sunday.