A Collection of Memories

This is a collection of memories of Ginger's family and friends. The name of the is given, followed by the memory. Enjoy!

If you have a memory you want to share, please e-mail me at empress_of_me@yahoo.com.

Told by Augusta Molnar Sr.

One time, in Atlanta, my daughter (Augusta, jr.) was planting bulbs in the garden, and Ginger didn't like it, so she followed my mom, and whenever my mom planted a bulb, Ginger followed and dug it up. It was like an assembly line.

Told by Margo Lupberger

Ginger used to sit in my roses and crush them. Kent and Augusta were in an apartment that did not allow dogs, so we were taking care of her. By the time she left, half my roses were dead. I don't know how she could have been comforatable in those thorns.