I shared many years with Barb at the Continental. She loved to sit and reminisce farm wife to farm wife with me and hear of all the new happenings I had going on at home. She loved to tell the story of Becky sneaking a tiny baby chick inside her pocket, into the house. I have two favorite memories of her. Many years ago, at the start of a shift many employees were gathered around waiting for the day to start. Barb walks up to the group with a brown paper bag on her walker. She picks it up and asked, "Can someone take this to the dumpster for me? It's a mouse." The way most of the crowd scattered! She looked confused then said, "I'm and old farm girl, a little mouse doesn't bother me!" One afternoon at the start of lunch, I had brought lunch to her in her room. I sat and chatted for a few minutes and could tell they were getting busy downstairs. So, I left in a hurry. To go orders were coming in like crazy on top of the rush. I get a call from Barb, asking when I get time if I could come up and help her with her phone, it wouldn't stop ringing and she even took it off the hook. So, I go to grab my cordless phone to head to her room, only to realize I had left it in her room on her end table and she was getting all of the lunch order calls! Barb was such a sweet, kind, humble woman, I'm sorry for your loss.