When Emmy was a toddler in a highchair,it was noted that if the butter was placed within her reach, she would help herself to copious quantities of it. Greasy little fingers, gouged out sticks of butter and a buttery grin on her angelic face, all seemed to indicate that Emmy liked butter. Fast forward a few years. Ian and Emmy were at our place and it was decided we’d have some popcorn. Since I was the designated popcorn maker in our house, I set about the task of preparing it, not unmindful of Emmy’s liking for butter. As the kernels popped to a furious finish and I, with gloved hands, hustled to avoid the big sin, burning it, wonderful odors wafted through the air whetting those little big appetites. I melted a generous quantity of butter, poured it over the popcorn, sprinkled it with a little salt and served it to the eager pair. Ian dove in and it was immediately apparent he really enjoyed it. Emmy was a different story. She tasted a sample and asked “where’s the butter?”. The candor Emmy exhibited here was with her throughout her life. Candor, in all its forms, was just one of many endearing characteristics that made Emmy a interesting, wonderful, sweet and loveable person.