It was the only job you ever had. You came on as temporary, filling in for a woman on maternity leave. She never came back and you never left. You raised so many of us with your kind heart and open arms. We cried together in every bathroom here. You simply understood and were always gracious enough to listen. If there was a party to be planned, you were the one getting the supplies, making the guest list, and ensuring the ice cream was cranking along. You always visited every table at the Christmas party, seeing to it that every baby got held and everyone got spoken to. You never missed an Open House, and I think in 46 years your hair was never the same style twice. I seriously doubt you ever repeated an outfit at the Annual Meeting, either. And speaking of meetings, how many desserts did you make over the years for the board meetings? You can make your chocolate chip cookies by muscle memory- how many dozens have you baked for all of us over the years? Your name is written in black Sharpie on the cupola of this building, where you started in heels and a skirt, armed with an adding machine that you can still operate blindfolded and a little burnt orange Swingline stapler. You have forever been known for fixing the neatest, clearest, error-free deposit for the bank. You babysat everybody’s kids at one time or another. The Co-op handbook…