We would like to warmly thank and acknowledge those of you who were able to attend Elisabeth's memorial service! Thank you for well representing her many friends at QPRC.
QPRC resident and staff attendees:
Lou Klauder
Robert & Faye Liken
Bob & Janet Lutz
Barbara Peters
Stephen & Jeanne Phillips
Wendell & Trudi Rockey
Sax Wyatt (A/V)
Bob Scott
Ruthann Reppert (mother of Lesley Powell)
Barbara Anne Rich
Earl & Marion Pinckney
Betty Andrews
John & LaVon Buswell
Earl & Gladys Craggs
Dorothy Lancaster
May Bird
Dorothy Lemmert
Bill & Elsie Thornton
Greg Donovan
Vinnie Smith
Dottie Copper
Ruth Kantor
Mathilda White
Betty Landry
Dot Hostetter
Jo Ferguson
We also want to acknowledge mother's dear friend Gloria Tilton who was there in spirit (laid up from a bad car accident)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Remembrance by Ralph Stone, son-in-law
In June 2003 we had a family reunion in a state park in Ohio, and in a conversation near the end of our time together, my brother-in-law Tim referred to Mother as “the matriarch”. What really startled me was Tim’s referring to her in such an impersonal way. This was a household and family where the established order went against even referring to Mother in the third person as “she”!
Yet, as quickly as that thought raced across my mind, it became obvious; Mother, in fact, led our family. She quietly led as the sort of servant-leader that the apostle Paul refers to, “Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.” Paul continues on in that passage from Philippians, explaining that this was how Jesus Christ led, taking upon himself the form of a servant.
That was how Mother led. Probably all of us here will think of many times in our experiences with her in which she put your interests first, making you the center of the conversation, and the center of her interest.
Mother knew the Lord Jesus Christ and lived in faith in him. And she led in the manner of Jesus Christ, counting us all as more significant than herself. So, now we each in this day will continue to serve her Lord and ours, but we miss that strong, quiet presence, the beautifully feminine smile and laugh….. We miss Mother,…. Elisabeth,…… faithful servant of Jesus Christ.
Yet, as quickly as that thought raced across my mind, it became obvious; Mother, in fact, led our family. She quietly led as the sort of servant-leader that the apostle Paul refers to, “Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.” Paul continues on in that passage from Philippians, explaining that this was how Jesus Christ led, taking upon himself the form of a servant.
That was how Mother led. Probably all of us here will think of many times in our experiences with her in which she put your interests first, making you the center of the conversation, and the center of her interest.
Mother knew the Lord Jesus Christ and lived in faith in him. And she led in the manner of Jesus Christ, counting us all as more significant than herself. So, now we each in this day will continue to serve her Lord and ours, but we miss that strong, quiet presence, the beautifully feminine smile and laugh….. We miss Mother,…. Elisabeth,…… faithful servant of Jesus Christ.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Remembrance by Anna Elisabeth Kraftson
Hello, My name is Anna Elisabeth Kraftson. I am one of the 7 women named after my grandmother including Meredith Jane, Constance Elisabeth, Laurel Elisabeth, Audrey Elisabeth, Anna (Anya) Elisabeth, and Elisabeth Jane.
The stories and memories about my grandmother are vast and expansive ranging from multiple holidays spent at my grandparents’ Malin Road home getting into mischief with the Stones….traveling to the Tetons as well as family reunions complete with competitive spoon tournaments and canoe football (please do not ask).
However, I’d like to share with you one of my earliest memories of my grandmother. In the summer of 1983, my parents took my brother, Andrew, and I to go see Return of the Jedi. For some strange reason, I began having nightmares that Jabba the Hut was going to consume me. It was about this time that my grandparents came out to visit. Bedtime always was a struggle for me, but now my poor parents had an even greater battle with getting me and keeping me in bed.
During their stay, my grandmother sat with me every night while I fought sleep. She had a rather unconventional, yet very soothing, approach to comforting me. As I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, my grandmother rubbed my belly with Ben-Gay, fed me apple slices, and read Psalms 23 to me. I remember softly repeating the King James Version with her. Eventually, every night I fell asleep peacefully.
It is such a simple story that truly doesn’t do my grandmother’s legacy justice, but in those moments my grandmother taught me two lessons: I always can seek comfort in the arms of God for the smallest and largest of things because God is there and always present. The second lesson I learned is that people can be a tangible expression of God’s love on Earth and that is clear in my Grandmother’s actions with her husband, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Now when I am kept up at night worrying about my fears, I think back to my grandmother’s soft-soothing fingertips and begin repeating “The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.”
I love you Grandmother so very much.
The stories and memories about my grandmother are vast and expansive ranging from multiple holidays spent at my grandparents’ Malin Road home getting into mischief with the Stones….traveling to the Tetons as well as family reunions complete with competitive spoon tournaments and canoe football (please do not ask).
However, I’d like to share with you one of my earliest memories of my grandmother. In the summer of 1983, my parents took my brother, Andrew, and I to go see Return of the Jedi. For some strange reason, I began having nightmares that Jabba the Hut was going to consume me. It was about this time that my grandparents came out to visit. Bedtime always was a struggle for me, but now my poor parents had an even greater battle with getting me and keeping me in bed.
During their stay, my grandmother sat with me every night while I fought sleep. She had a rather unconventional, yet very soothing, approach to comforting me. As I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, my grandmother rubbed my belly with Ben-Gay, fed me apple slices, and read Psalms 23 to me. I remember softly repeating the King James Version with her. Eventually, every night I fell asleep peacefully.
It is such a simple story that truly doesn’t do my grandmother’s legacy justice, but in those moments my grandmother taught me two lessons: I always can seek comfort in the arms of God for the smallest and largest of things because God is there and always present. The second lesson I learned is that people can be a tangible expression of God’s love on Earth and that is clear in my Grandmother’s actions with her husband, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Now when I am kept up at night worrying about my fears, I think back to my grandmother’s soft-soothing fingertips and begin repeating “The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.”
I love you Grandmother so very much.
Friday, September 11, 2009
A Prayer of Thanks (based on ‘O God Beyond All Praising’) by the Brice kids
A Prayer of Thanks (Based on ‘O God Beyond All Praising’)
O God beyond all praising
We worship you today
For Grandmother was amazing
And showed us the narrow way
For we can only wonder
At the gift of her you sent
A woman ever humbler
Who showed us what it meant
We lift our hearts before you
And wait upon your word
Which she daily taught us
To live out as a verb
Then hear, O gracious Redeemer
The praise and thanks we bring
For our ever loving Grandmother
Who served you as her king
For whether her tomorrows
Were filled with good or ill
You brought her through the sorrows
To rise and bless you still
We marvel at your beauty
That shone through her face
As she focused her eyes on Jesus
And with endurance ran the race
O God beyond all praising
We worship you today
For Grandmother was amazing
And showed us the narrow way
For we can only wonder
At the gift of her you sent
A woman ever humbler
Who showed us what it meant
We lift our hearts before you
And wait upon your word
Which she daily taught us
To live out as a verb
Then hear, O gracious Redeemer
The praise and thanks we bring
For our ever loving Grandmother
Who served you as her king
For whether her tomorrows
Were filled with good or ill
You brought her through the sorrows
To rise and bless you still
We marvel at your beauty
That shone through her face
As she focused her eyes on Jesus
And with endurance ran the race
A Snippet of How We Will Remember Grandmother by the Brice Kids
A Snippet of How We Will Remember Grandmother
We wrote this on the computer
So no paper or cards went to waste
In my kitchen hang the Ziploc bags drying
And used paper napkins, under the sink are lying
When visiting us Grandmother was constantly doing
Hands moving as she watched TV
Be it laundry folding, teeth cleaning, knitting or exercise
Simultaneously during Jeopardy giving her quick replies
She hung the laundry outside
Washed all the dishes by hand
Ironed handkerchiefs, stitched up clothes
On Christmas to keep her seated we had to tie her with bows
Grandmother cared for others
Feeding us healthy cut-up apple snacks
Never being late
So people wouldn’t have to wait
She taught us Bible verses
Before school each morning
She helped us learn our times tables
Through her patience we become more able
During ‘fun time’ she still had us learning
Boggle, dominoes, scrabble were our favorites
We happily played for hours
She even got us excited about Reader’s Digest’s word power
Grandmother herself continued to take courses
In French and Art History
She was an avid reader of books and news
With birthday cards were sent articles of different points of views
She loved humor and puns
Kept good jokes for years
My brother tells me she liked Dave Barry,
Sadly I wouldn’t know him from Tom, Dick or Harry
Though her eyes got weaker
She continued to read and reply to our letters
Her responses were filled with prayers over us
Which showed us her love and in whom she put her trust
When asked about her favorite things
She told us of reading next to grandfather at night
The touch of his hand upon her skin
Made her feel like she was in Heaven
Her greatest joy was in God’s glory
We remember her life as part of his story
And a testament to the promise
‘That he who began a good work in us will carry it on to completion’
We wrote this on the computer
So no paper or cards went to waste
In my kitchen hang the Ziploc bags drying
And used paper napkins, under the sink are lying
When visiting us Grandmother was constantly doing
Hands moving as she watched TV
Be it laundry folding, teeth cleaning, knitting or exercise
Simultaneously during Jeopardy giving her quick replies
She hung the laundry outside
Washed all the dishes by hand
Ironed handkerchiefs, stitched up clothes
On Christmas to keep her seated we had to tie her with bows
Grandmother cared for others
Feeding us healthy cut-up apple snacks
Never being late
So people wouldn’t have to wait
She taught us Bible verses
Before school each morning
She helped us learn our times tables
Through her patience we become more able
During ‘fun time’ she still had us learning
Boggle, dominoes, scrabble were our favorites
We happily played for hours
She even got us excited about Reader’s Digest’s word power
Grandmother herself continued to take courses
In French and Art History
She was an avid reader of books and news
With birthday cards were sent articles of different points of views
She loved humor and puns
Kept good jokes for years
My brother tells me she liked Dave Barry,
Sadly I wouldn’t know him from Tom, Dick or Harry
Though her eyes got weaker
She continued to read and reply to our letters
Her responses were filled with prayers over us
Which showed us her love and in whom she put her trust
When asked about her favorite things
She told us of reading next to grandfather at night
The touch of his hand upon her skin
Made her feel like she was in Heaven
Her greatest joy was in God’s glory
We remember her life as part of his story
And a testament to the promise
‘That he who began a good work in us will carry it on to completion’
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Remembrance by Donald Kraftson
Grandmother Kraftson
Memorial Service Speech
September 5th, 2009
by Donald W. Kraftson (oldest grandson)
Most of my memories of my dear Grandmother come from the times that I spent with her at my Grandparent’s home on Malin Road in Newtown Square. Since we lived close to their home I was often over for special events such as Christmas and weddings but I was especially fortunate to spend a lot of time there when my parents traveled.
I remember Grandmother in the kitchen where she was much of time sustaining her family with delicious food – she baked the best cakes and she would let me lick the spoons and the mixer beaters, a very special treat. When she baked bread, the house would fill with a wonderful smell of yeast, and I remember that she would tell me to be quiet so the bread would not collapse. I remember that she peeled oranges with a sharp knife and could complete one without breaking a perfect swirl of skin. She would leave part of the white pulp on the outside, as that was good for digestion, and then cut them into slices so that they looked like a wagon wheel. I still eat my oranges the same way. She made me the best scrambled eggs and wheat toast for breakfast. And when I sat at the breakfast table we would work on memorizing the books of the Bible – one time when my parents were away for a long time, I finished memorizing them all and she gave me a Bible as a reward.
I remember Grandmother outside working in the garden with Grandfather planting and weeding caring for the tomatoes and squash which we would eventually eat. I remember her hanging the clothes on the clothesline, with wooden clips, to dry in the sun and wind – she would not use the clothes dryer unless it was raining. I remember her pushing me on the tree swing by the driveway and riding bikes with her.
I remember her reading with me every night before bed. The books we read filled my minds eye with pictures that could not be matched by the television. One of my most favorite books was The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and I could not wait to read the next chapter with her.
I remember cutting up old rubber gloves with her and making them into rubber bands. When it was winter time we would always wear sweaters as the thermostat was set at 63. At 7pm when the phone rang, I remember her telling us not to answer it until it rang twice, as it was most likely Claudia signaling that she was ready to be picked up at the bus stop, and that would save a dime. I remember when I left a few drops of milk at the bottom of glass that she would make me drink them and I always obeyed, even though I didn’t like to drink those warm drops. Grandmother was very rarely upset with me but when I did do something that she didn’t approve of she would look at me with a frown but then she would smile telling me without words how much she loved me. She knew that I loved and respected her so much that punishment was not necessary only just a brief moment of unspoken understanding.
I remember that when I told her that I wanted to play on the football team at school that she said “well wouldn’t you rather play soccer, it’s much safer” and when I told her that football was the only game for me she would say “Ohhhh Donald”. One time when Claudia was in the front hallway getting ready to go out on a date, Grandmother lectured her about having too much blue eye shadow and mascara. “Poor Claudia”, I thought to myself.
I remember on holidays when the whole family would fill the living room’s furniture and floor to hear Grandmother and Grandfather narrate a slide show of their vacations. It was a very special and comforting time for me - sitting closely with family members in the dark and listening to their voices describe the scenery and people on the bright screen. I anticipated the next picture and as Grandfather pressed the remote and the carousel clicked to the next slide a whole new story would come to life in their words.
I remember climbing Mount Washington with my Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles and I remember stopping for lunch on a rock ledge. Grandmother had packed sandwiches and tomatoes. We ate the tomatoes, whole, like apples and I’ve never had a better one.
I remember after my sister Beth was born in February 1980, Grandmother was taking care of my sister, Meg, and me at our house. We both followed the Winter Olympics in Lake Placid closely - especially the Men’s hockey team. The day they played the Russian team, they game was not televised live, but we heard on the radio that the US team had won and we heartily rejoiced, not totally believing it until later on that evening when we got to watch it together on TV in a collective state of joy.
Once Grandmother took me to a toy store in Havertown where she was buying a present for another child’s birthday party. For some reason, despite being mesmerized by some of the toys, I knew not to ask Grandmother for one. After she had purchased the present and we were walking towards the door she looked at me perplexed. She said that she thought that for sure I would have asked for a toy and that if I had she would not have granted my request, but she then said that because I didn’t ask that I was allowed to pick one out and she would buy it for me. I picked a scuba diver and submarine and I loved her because she was so thoughtful.
While my Grandmother was very prudent and thrifty with material things she was lavish in her love and care for her family and the Lord.
Grandmother and Grandfather were truly the Salt of the Earth.
Memorial Service Speech
September 5th, 2009
by Donald W. Kraftson (oldest grandson)
Most of my memories of my dear Grandmother come from the times that I spent with her at my Grandparent’s home on Malin Road in Newtown Square. Since we lived close to their home I was often over for special events such as Christmas and weddings but I was especially fortunate to spend a lot of time there when my parents traveled.
I remember Grandmother in the kitchen where she was much of time sustaining her family with delicious food – she baked the best cakes and she would let me lick the spoons and the mixer beaters, a very special treat. When she baked bread, the house would fill with a wonderful smell of yeast, and I remember that she would tell me to be quiet so the bread would not collapse. I remember that she peeled oranges with a sharp knife and could complete one without breaking a perfect swirl of skin. She would leave part of the white pulp on the outside, as that was good for digestion, and then cut them into slices so that they looked like a wagon wheel. I still eat my oranges the same way. She made me the best scrambled eggs and wheat toast for breakfast. And when I sat at the breakfast table we would work on memorizing the books of the Bible – one time when my parents were away for a long time, I finished memorizing them all and she gave me a Bible as a reward.
I remember Grandmother outside working in the garden with Grandfather planting and weeding caring for the tomatoes and squash which we would eventually eat. I remember her hanging the clothes on the clothesline, with wooden clips, to dry in the sun and wind – she would not use the clothes dryer unless it was raining. I remember her pushing me on the tree swing by the driveway and riding bikes with her.
I remember her reading with me every night before bed. The books we read filled my minds eye with pictures that could not be matched by the television. One of my most favorite books was The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and I could not wait to read the next chapter with her.
I remember cutting up old rubber gloves with her and making them into rubber bands. When it was winter time we would always wear sweaters as the thermostat was set at 63. At 7pm when the phone rang, I remember her telling us not to answer it until it rang twice, as it was most likely Claudia signaling that she was ready to be picked up at the bus stop, and that would save a dime. I remember when I left a few drops of milk at the bottom of glass that she would make me drink them and I always obeyed, even though I didn’t like to drink those warm drops. Grandmother was very rarely upset with me but when I did do something that she didn’t approve of she would look at me with a frown but then she would smile telling me without words how much she loved me. She knew that I loved and respected her so much that punishment was not necessary only just a brief moment of unspoken understanding.
I remember that when I told her that I wanted to play on the football team at school that she said “well wouldn’t you rather play soccer, it’s much safer” and when I told her that football was the only game for me she would say “Ohhhh Donald”. One time when Claudia was in the front hallway getting ready to go out on a date, Grandmother lectured her about having too much blue eye shadow and mascara. “Poor Claudia”, I thought to myself.
I remember on holidays when the whole family would fill the living room’s furniture and floor to hear Grandmother and Grandfather narrate a slide show of their vacations. It was a very special and comforting time for me - sitting closely with family members in the dark and listening to their voices describe the scenery and people on the bright screen. I anticipated the next picture and as Grandfather pressed the remote and the carousel clicked to the next slide a whole new story would come to life in their words.
I remember climbing Mount Washington with my Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles and I remember stopping for lunch on a rock ledge. Grandmother had packed sandwiches and tomatoes. We ate the tomatoes, whole, like apples and I’ve never had a better one.
I remember after my sister Beth was born in February 1980, Grandmother was taking care of my sister, Meg, and me at our house. We both followed the Winter Olympics in Lake Placid closely - especially the Men’s hockey team. The day they played the Russian team, they game was not televised live, but we heard on the radio that the US team had won and we heartily rejoiced, not totally believing it until later on that evening when we got to watch it together on TV in a collective state of joy.
Once Grandmother took me to a toy store in Havertown where she was buying a present for another child’s birthday party. For some reason, despite being mesmerized by some of the toys, I knew not to ask Grandmother for one. After she had purchased the present and we were walking towards the door she looked at me perplexed. She said that she thought that for sure I would have asked for a toy and that if I had she would not have granted my request, but she then said that because I didn’t ask that I was allowed to pick one out and she would buy it for me. I picked a scuba diver and submarine and I loved her because she was so thoughtful.
While my Grandmother was very prudent and thrifty with material things she was lavish in her love and care for her family and the Lord.
Grandmother and Grandfather were truly the Salt of the Earth.
Remembrance of Grandmother by Laurel Elisabeth Stevens
In August of 2005 I suffered a miscarriage. I received much comfort from family members during this time, but what I remember most is the love and wisdom I received from Grandmother.
A week after the miscarriage I wrote to Grandmother expressing my doubts and questions. I knew that she could be trusted, having great faith in God, and having experienced the loss of a child.
She wrote back the same day, with characteristic apologies for her computer throwing her a curve ball (keep in mind that she was 89 at the time and had had her computer for less than one year).
“Your questions touch my heart; and your expectation that I can help you! Your questions break my heart. You have to believe that God did what was best for you. NEVER did He take your babies because of some lack of spirituality or some such thing in your life. He did it for your good, somehow, tho' you may not understand it for a long time. Never say or let anyone say "It was just luck"...There is no such word in the life of a Christian.”
She repeated a theme that I’ve heard a lot from her and from her children as they’ve remembered her lately: “I’ve been learning the importance of praise. We have so much to praise the Lord for.”
And then she wrote these lasting words: “Romans 11:33-36 was the Scripture our minister read to me at the time of Judith Ann's stillbirth. It was a great comfort and I memorized it:
O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? Or who hath been His counselor? Or who hath first given to Him, and it shall be recompensed to him again? For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things; to Whom be glory forever. Amen. (King James).
If you have a solid faith in Who God is; and what you are to Him, it helps answer many questions. I wish I could help you more. I have questions whenever I read the Bible. I miss Harry so, He was always able to help me, and when he couldn't answer, he would say, "God is ALWAYS right! Just believe that and trust Him." Lots of times there are no apparent answers---such as right now-- I love you, always, and pray that the Lord will be closer to you than ever!! Grandmother”
What I remember from that email exchange and from many other letters, conversations and stories is Grandmother’s faith in God and his word even when she couldn’t understand it all. I remember her compassion for me and her constant returning to scripture and hymns for solace.
Her legacy continues as she encourages me and points me to her source of strength even now.
Laurel Elisabeth Stone Stevens
A week after the miscarriage I wrote to Grandmother expressing my doubts and questions. I knew that she could be trusted, having great faith in God, and having experienced the loss of a child.
She wrote back the same day, with characteristic apologies for her computer throwing her a curve ball (keep in mind that she was 89 at the time and had had her computer for less than one year).
“Your questions touch my heart; and your expectation that I can help you! Your questions break my heart. You have to believe that God did what was best for you. NEVER did He take your babies because of some lack of spirituality or some such thing in your life. He did it for your good, somehow, tho' you may not understand it for a long time. Never say or let anyone say "It was just luck"...There is no such word in the life of a Christian.”
She repeated a theme that I’ve heard a lot from her and from her children as they’ve remembered her lately: “I’ve been learning the importance of praise. We have so much to praise the Lord for.”
And then she wrote these lasting words: “Romans 11:33-36 was the Scripture our minister read to me at the time of Judith Ann's stillbirth. It was a great comfort and I memorized it:
O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? Or who hath been His counselor? Or who hath first given to Him, and it shall be recompensed to him again? For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things; to Whom be glory forever. Amen. (King James).
If you have a solid faith in Who God is; and what you are to Him, it helps answer many questions. I wish I could help you more. I have questions whenever I read the Bible. I miss Harry so, He was always able to help me, and when he couldn't answer, he would say, "God is ALWAYS right! Just believe that and trust Him." Lots of times there are no apparent answers---such as right now-- I love you, always, and pray that the Lord will be closer to you than ever!! Grandmother”
What I remember from that email exchange and from many other letters, conversations and stories is Grandmother’s faith in God and his word even when she couldn’t understand it all. I remember her compassion for me and her constant returning to scripture and hymns for solace.
Her legacy continues as she encourages me and points me to her source of strength even now.
Laurel Elisabeth Stone Stevens
Memorial Service - Saturday, September 5
We were privileged to participate in a beautiful memorial service honoring Elisabeth Kraftson at 2pm today in the auditorium of Quarryville Presbyterian Retirement Community. Many long-time friends 'came out of the woodwork' and we were so honored to see each one of you, representing our family's connections with the Delaware County Christian School; the former Church of the Covenant in Bala Cynwyd; Springton Lake Presbyterian Church (formerly Berith); Arab World Ministries (formerly North Africa Mission).
Over 50 Kraftson relatives attended including:
Anderson, Susan (Martindale)
Brice, Dennis, Claudia (Kraftson) & Peter
Brice, Mark & Sandy
Brice, Nathanael & Ana & Ariana
Green, Mark & Abigail (Brice)
Griffen, Brian & Michele (Kraftson)
Harriz, Don & Nancy (Kraftson)
Kelley, Jamie & Meg (Kraftson)
Kraftson, Andrew & Sonia (Klauder), David
Kraftson, Anna and her son Kincade Kraftson-Hogue
Kraftson, Dan & Lynn
Kraftson, Donald & Ann, Brooke & Charlie
Kraftson, Ed & Bea
Kraftson, Margo
Kraftson, Raymond
Kraftson, Tim & Sat, Stephanie
Martindale, Jim
Martindale, David & Lynn
Martindale, Peter
McDowell, Glenn & Connie (Kraftson), Shelby & Andrei
Sikdar, Ian & Beth (Kraftson)
Stevens, John & Laurel (Stone), Elisabeth & Henry
Stone, Josh & Sarah
Stone, Nathaniel
Stone, Ralph & Meredith (Kraftson)
We appreciate seeing the QPRC staff and friends of our mother, as well. Thank you!
And special thanks to Margaret Mell (Claudia's teacher) for her lovely flute accompaniment.
Over 50 Kraftson relatives attended including:
Anderson, Susan (Martindale)
Brice, Dennis, Claudia (Kraftson) & Peter
Brice, Mark & Sandy
Brice, Nathanael & Ana & Ariana
Green, Mark & Abigail (Brice)
Griffen, Brian & Michele (Kraftson)
Harriz, Don & Nancy (Kraftson)
Kelley, Jamie & Meg (Kraftson)
Kraftson, Andrew & Sonia (Klauder), David
Kraftson, Anna and her son Kincade Kraftson-Hogue
Kraftson, Dan & Lynn
Kraftson, Donald & Ann, Brooke & Charlie
Kraftson, Ed & Bea
Kraftson, Margo
Kraftson, Raymond
Kraftson, Tim & Sat, Stephanie
Martindale, Jim
Martindale, David & Lynn
Martindale, Peter
McDowell, Glenn & Connie (Kraftson), Shelby & Andrei
Sikdar, Ian & Beth (Kraftson)
Stevens, John & Laurel (Stone), Elisabeth & Henry
Stone, Josh & Sarah
Stone, Nathaniel
Stone, Ralph & Meredith (Kraftson)
We appreciate seeing the QPRC staff and friends of our mother, as well. Thank you!
And special thanks to Margaret Mell (Claudia's teacher) for her lovely flute accompaniment.
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