A kind blog reader has given me the name of the story that my friend Carol told on that evening last summer: "Elsie Piddock Skips in her Sleep" by Eleanor Farjeon. A lovely story; a lovely memory of Carol.

My daughter-in-law in Germany, in an e-mail, has reminded me, as well, of a time Carol told the story "Loudmouse" to my small granddaughter, then age 6, seven years ago. It was just the two of them...storyteller and child...and the mom and I watching the child's expression, changing from wide-eyed anticipation, shivery excitement, then absolute glee.

There will be so many people who will remember Carol from having heard her tell stories. A wonderful legacy.