Remember in 'Gone With the Wind' the character Melanie "Mellie" played by Olivia de Havilland? This was Lynn. She was just a genuine good and loving person, always seeing the best in everyone and never speaking a harsh word about people. Everyone who met her liked her and everyone she met she liked. She would greet you and follow that with a compliment.
She was the eldest of four girls born to Betty and Philip Wittman. She was the 1st born grandchild on the paternal side and was Vera's (Nana) favorite. She lived with Nana during her teen years where she developed a taste for fashion. She was always the best dressed among us and often wherever she was. She once apologetically told me, "I can't help it. I'm just fancy." No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with being fancy but Lynn was also modest so the two clashed inside her.
When Lynn was 19 years of age, she developed excruciating pain in her fingers. She was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Scleroderma, which means hard skin. Unfortunately, your organs are comprised of skin and it eventually affected her heart, lungs, esophagus, intestines....it also made her skin absent of collagen so it did not stretch and movements became difficult and painful. It progressed rapidly after diagnosis and doctors gave her 5 years to live. Luckily, she saw a wise Rheumatologist, Dr. Keller, who gave her Methotrexate, a "hard" drug as opposed to starting her out on a "soft" drug as many Dr.s did back then. This put her into a remission but not before her hands had permanently curled into a claw-like position leaving only her thumbs to use.
Lynn loved music and dancing. She could out dance anyone until she became too sick to dance. She and her sisters had fun going to the discos in their youth. It was at one of these discos where she met the love of her life, William (Bill) Harrison. They had been married for 40 years when Lynn passed away.
She was a homemaker who painstakingly created meals and baked goods from scratch. She wouldn't even use jar spaghetti sauce or boneless chicken. When I had babies she would make candies with rattles and bottles hand painted in blue or pink. I felt guilty eating them. The children's birthdays were blessed with a detailed cake in whichever flavor and character they preferred. Christmases were beautiful because she paid attention to the smallest details and gifts were wrapped elaborately. She was fancy despite only having thumbs to be fancy with. She never complained or acted as though she was limited. When I was stricken with a different yet similar autoimmune disease 11 years after her diagnosis, she bought me a beautiful cloisonné pill holder because you can be sick and still be fancy. I wanted to complain, moan, feel sorry for myself, but I couldn't because she didn't. She set a high standard for us all.
She loved to read, especially Sci-Fi, History, and Fantasy. She had a love of fantasy items like unicorns, wizards, and fairies but was mainly a collector of mushrooms. It all started when she received a Merry Mushrooms kitchen set for a wedding present. I've never counted them but I'm sure she had hundreds in her house and gardens. She made beautiful gardens of camellias, gardenias, irises, roses, jasmine, and many other flowering plants with a purple crepe myrtle tree centered among them.
Purple was her favorite color, chocolate her favorite flavor, musicals her favorite movies. She was a devout catholic offering prayer for anyone who needed it and donating to the church so they would pray for your sick or deceased loved one. She believed in heaven and I know she is there and I'm sure that she is God's fanciest angel.
Lynn was survived by her husband of 40 years, Three sisters, One half sister, One half brother, Three nieces and numerous cousins. Predeceased by her parents and her nephew, Adam James Little.
She was the eldest of four girls born to Betty and Philip Wittman. She was the 1st born grandchild on the paternal side and was Vera's (Nana) favorite. She lived with Nana during her teen years where she developed a taste for fashion. She was always the best dressed among us and often wherever she was. She once apologetically told me, "I can't help it. I'm just fancy." No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with being fancy but Lynn was also modest so the two clashed inside her.
When Lynn was 19 years of age, she developed excruciating pain in her fingers. She was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Scleroderma, which means hard skin. Unfortunately, your organs are comprised of skin and it eventually affected her heart, lungs, esophagus, intestines....it also made her skin absent of collagen so it did not stretch and movements became difficult and painful. It progressed rapidly after diagnosis and doctors gave her 5 years to live. Luckily, she saw a wise Rheumatologist, Dr. Keller, who gave her Methotrexate, a "hard" drug as opposed to starting her out on a "soft" drug as many Dr.s did back then. This put her into a remission but not before her hands had permanently curled into a claw-like position leaving only her thumbs to use.
Lynn loved music and dancing. She could out dance anyone until she became too sick to dance. She and her sisters had fun going to the discos in their youth. It was at one of these discos where she met the love of her life, William (Bill) Harrison. They had been married for 40 years when Lynn passed away.
She was a homemaker who painstakingly created meals and baked goods from scratch. She wouldn't even use jar spaghetti sauce or boneless chicken. When I had babies she would make candies with rattles and bottles hand painted in blue or pink. I felt guilty eating them. The children's birthdays were blessed with a detailed cake in whichever flavor and character they preferred. Christmases were beautiful because she paid attention to the smallest details and gifts were wrapped elaborately. She was fancy despite only having thumbs to be fancy with. She never complained or acted as though she was limited. When I was stricken with a different yet similar autoimmune disease 11 years after her diagnosis, she bought me a beautiful cloisonné pill holder because you can be sick and still be fancy. I wanted to complain, moan, feel sorry for myself, but I couldn't because she didn't. She set a high standard for us all.
She loved to read, especially Sci-Fi, History, and Fantasy. She had a love of fantasy items like unicorns, wizards, and fairies but was mainly a collector of mushrooms. It all started when she received a Merry Mushrooms kitchen set for a wedding present. I've never counted them but I'm sure she had hundreds in her house and gardens. She made beautiful gardens of camellias, gardenias, irises, roses, jasmine, and many other flowering plants with a purple crepe myrtle tree centered among them.
Purple was her favorite color, chocolate her favorite flavor, musicals her favorite movies. She was a devout catholic offering prayer for anyone who needed it and donating to the church so they would pray for your sick or deceased loved one. She believed in heaven and I know she is there and I'm sure that she is God's fanciest angel.
Lynn was survived by her husband of 40 years, Three sisters, One half sister, One half brother, Three nieces and numerous cousins. Predeceased by her parents and her nephew, Adam James Little.
Remember in 'Gone With the Wind' the character Melanie "Mellie" played by Olivia de Havilland? This was Lynn. She was just a genuine good and loving person, always seeing the best in everyone and never speaking a harsh word about people. Everyone who met her liked her and everyone she met she liked. She would greet you and follow that with a compliment.
She was the eldest of four girls born to Betty and Philip Wittman. She was the 1st born grandchild on the paternal side and was Vera's (Nana) favorite. She lived with Nana during her teen years where she developed a taste for fashion. She was always the best dressed among us and often wherever she was. She once apologetically told me, "I can't help it. I'm just fancy." No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with being fancy but Lynn was also modest so the two clashed inside her.
When Lynn was 19 years of age, she developed excruciating pain in her fingers. She was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Scleroderma, which means hard skin. Unfortunately, your organs are comprised of skin and it eventually affected her heart, lungs, esophagus, intestines....it also made her skin absent of collagen so it did not stretch and movements became difficult and painful. It progressed rapidly after diagnosis and doctors gave her 5 years to live. Luckily, she saw a wise Rheumatologist, Dr. Keller, who gave her Methotrexate, a "hard" drug as opposed to starting her out on a "soft" drug as many Dr.s did back then. This put her into a remission but not before her hands had permanently curled into a claw-like position leaving only her thumbs to use.
Lynn loved music and dancing. She could out dance anyone until she became too sick to dance. She and her sisters had fun going to the discos in their youth. It was at one of these discos where she met the love of her life, William (Bill) Harrison. They had been married for 40 years when Lynn passed away.
She was a homemaker who painstakingly created meals and baked goods from scratch. She wouldn't even use jar spaghetti sauce or boneless chicken. When I had babies she would make candies with rattles and bottles hand painted in blue or pink. I felt guilty eating them. The children's birthdays were blessed with a detailed cake in whichever flavor and character they preferred. Christmases were beautiful because she paid attention to the smallest details and gifts were wrapped elaborately. She was fancy despite only having thumbs to be fancy with. She never complained or acted as though she was limited. When I was stricken with a different yet similar autoimmune disease 11 years after her diagnosis, she bought me a beautiful cloisonné pill holder because you can be sick and still be fancy. I wanted to complain, moan, feel sorry for myself, but I couldn't because she didn't. She set a high standard for us all.
She loved to read, especially Sci-Fi, History, and Fantasy. She had a love of fantasy items like unicorns, wizards, and fairies but was mainly a collector of mushrooms. It all started when she received a Merry Mushrooms kitchen set for a wedding present. I've never counted them but I'm sure she had hundreds in her house and gardens. She made beautiful gardens of camellias, gardenias, irises, roses, jasmine, and many other flowering plants with a purple crepe myrtle tree centered among them.
Purple was her favorite color, chocolate her favorite flavor, musicals her favorite movies. She was a devout catholic offering prayer for anyone who needed it and donating to the church so they would pray for your sick or deceased loved one. She believed in heaven and I know she is there and I'm sure that she is God's fanciest angel.
Lynn was survived by her husband of 40 years, Three sisters, One half sister, One half brother, Three nieces and numerous cousins. Predeceased by her parents and her nephew, Adam James Little.
She was the eldest of four girls born to Betty and Philip Wittman. She was the 1st born grandchild on the paternal side and was Vera's (Nana) favorite. She lived with Nana during her teen years where she developed a taste for fashion. She was always the best dressed among us and often wherever she was. She once apologetically told me, "I can't help it. I'm just fancy." No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with being fancy but Lynn was also modest so the two clashed inside her.
When Lynn was 19 years of age, she developed excruciating pain in her fingers. She was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Scleroderma, which means hard skin. Unfortunately, your organs are comprised of skin and it eventually affected her heart, lungs, esophagus, intestines....it also made her skin absent of collagen so it did not stretch and movements became difficult and painful. It progressed rapidly after diagnosis and doctors gave her 5 years to live. Luckily, she saw a wise Rheumatologist, Dr. Keller, who gave her Methotrexate, a "hard" drug as opposed to starting her out on a "soft" drug as many Dr.s did back then. This put her into a remission but not before her hands had permanently curled into a claw-like position leaving only her thumbs to use.
Lynn loved music and dancing. She could out dance anyone until she became too sick to dance. She and her sisters had fun going to the discos in their youth. It was at one of these discos where she met the love of her life, William (Bill) Harrison. They had been married for 40 years when Lynn passed away.
She was a homemaker who painstakingly created meals and baked goods from scratch. She wouldn't even use jar spaghetti sauce or boneless chicken. When I had babies she would make candies with rattles and bottles hand painted in blue or pink. I felt guilty eating them. The children's birthdays were blessed with a detailed cake in whichever flavor and character they preferred. Christmases were beautiful because she paid attention to the smallest details and gifts were wrapped elaborately. She was fancy despite only having thumbs to be fancy with. She never complained or acted as though she was limited. When I was stricken with a different yet similar autoimmune disease 11 years after her diagnosis, she bought me a beautiful cloisonné pill holder because you can be sick and still be fancy. I wanted to complain, moan, feel sorry for myself, but I couldn't because she didn't. She set a high standard for us all.
She loved to read, especially Sci-Fi, History, and Fantasy. She had a love of fantasy items like unicorns, wizards, and fairies but was mainly a collector of mushrooms. It all started when she received a Merry Mushrooms kitchen set for a wedding present. I've never counted them but I'm sure she had hundreds in her house and gardens. She made beautiful gardens of camellias, gardenias, irises, roses, jasmine, and many other flowering plants with a purple crepe myrtle tree centered among them.
Purple was her favorite color, chocolate her favorite flavor, musicals her favorite movies. She was a devout catholic offering prayer for anyone who needed it and donating to the church so they would pray for your sick or deceased loved one. She believed in heaven and I know she is there and I'm sure that she is God's fanciest angel.
Lynn was survived by her husband of 40 years, Three sisters, One half sister, One half brother, Three nieces and numerous cousins. Predeceased by her parents and her nephew, Adam James Little.
