Barbara enjoyed spending time with her family and friends, whether it was for a casual weekend get-together or a holiday dinner guaranteed to be as delicious as it was beautifully served.
She spent countless hours learning about her ancestors, and was very proud of her pioneering roots. Her ancestors were amongst the earliest residents of Colorado, Iowa, California and Alaska. One of her favorite topics was her great-great grandparents and their arduous move to California in the 1850's with five children in tow. Telling their stories was her way of keeping them alive, because she understood that as long as someone remembers you yu are never truly gone. Likewise, because Barbara lives in our hearts and memories she will never be truly gone.
Barbara enjoyed cooking and gardening, and seemed most happy with her hands in the dirt, coaxing even the most delicate plants to grow. Her patient lessons in both have sparked a keen interest in both in her grandsons.
She enjoyed sewing and weaving, and several of her designs were top sellers at Nordstrom's department store. She also enjoyed traveling, and visited countried such as Guatemala, Mexico, New Zealand, and China.
One thing that stands out most about Barbara was her love of animals. She spoiled rotten all five retired racing greyhounds who were lucky enough to find a forever home with her, because she knew how rough the first half of their lives had been. It is impossible to even begin to count how many animals' lives she saved over the years, and the more pitiful the animal the more likely it was that she would adopt it. Early on, I came to think of Barb as the Patron Saint of Pathetic Animals after watching her rescue a helpless litter of opossum!