A very fond memory was Theresa arriving with a small packsack of personal effects, a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. It just so happened that I had my tuxedo cleaned and pressed in preparation to attend the annual ball.  Jokingly, I suggested that she should join Kathie and I at the function.  She thought that the challenge was too much to resist and she headed to the nearest town.  Now we all know the size and height of the average Malaysian, but by the end of the day, she had found a black dress (albeit the short variety) and even a pair of pantyhose that fit!  A friend of ours went to a small town north of Kerteh where she managed to find black high-heeled sandals in the right size. As we went out the door to the ball, she looked like a million dollars and she had one of the best times that I can ever remember. To me, one thing that has always been near and dear to my heart is when the 'cousins' would get together.  It never really happened that often, but when it did, it was magical.  Theresa and her cousins had a bond that couldn't be separated.  There were legs, arms and entangled bodied on the floor and the entire mass watched a movie on TV or just told stories about things since their last time together. Grandpa Lefevre loved the grandkids and he always had time to keep them busy. The kids knew that a trip to visit grandpa certainly meant a trip up the infamous 'Charlie's Hill'.  At the age of 4, Theresa learned how to fish from the back porch of the Kimberley house.  The cousins had made fishing poles complete with string and hooks.  Well the hooks were actually magnets and the fish were cut from Styrofoam trays with a nail taped to it so that the magnetic hook could pick it up. The 'fishing kit' remains in the Kimberley house begging for the story to passed along. Theresa will remain as a vivid memory of energetic and enthusiastic girl with dreams to fill. Don and Kathie Lefevre