Paula's birth certificate. It was interesting to note that someone had hand-written "Baby Repogle" on the back - incorrectly spelling her last name, which was "Replogle."

That's Paula. My best guess is the photo was taken in Toledo.

Paula's in the center of the picture. That's probably her brother Jim on the left. I don't know who the lady on the right is, and I'm guessing that is her brother David you can see in the lower right-hand corner.

This is a school picture of Paula, a few years before I met her (Paula and I met when we were in 5th grade. We went to different elementary schools in Whitehall, but were both in the band and performed together three or four times a year in 5th and 6th grade).

In addition to being in the band together, Paula and I hung around with the same "crowd." Many of her best friends were also my friends, and we did group activities together through junior high school and high school. I play the saxophone and often sat behind Paula in band. Sitting behind Paula must have been habit-forming - during our years in high school, I sat behind Paula in several classes.

Paula and I went on two dates in high school. We went to a summer movie together and we went to the prom. We did a lot of other stuff sort of together during high school, but always as part of a group.

And yep, that is a picture from prom night. Paula is the pretty one on the left. You'll find the story of us going to the prom as part of my opening comments from Paula's memorial service.

Paula with her mom.

I think the kids know that Paula was allergic to penicillin. I don't think they know when I first found out about it. It was just days before our wedding. I was either at work or at home and the phone rang. It was Marge calling. "Everything is all right," she said, "but I wanted to let you know that Paula is in the hospital." As you can see from the picture, Paula recovered quickly and didn't let a little thing like a trip to the hospital get in the way of getting married.

Paula's maternal grandparents, John and Mildred Mangus. Paula, me, and my paternal grandmother, Katherine Kline.

When Paula and I were dating in college, her grandmother was very ill. "Dating in college" may give an incorrect impression of how often we saw each other - Paula was going to school at Marshall University in Huntington, West Virginia. I was living in Whitehall, Ohio and going to Ohio State University. "Dating in college" meant putting a ton of miles on my little red Ford Maverick doing a three hour drive from Whitehall to Huntington.

When Paula's grandmother became ill, the mileage increased. I'd get off work at 10 PM on Saturday and make the three hour drive to Huntington. When I got there, I'd pull into a parking lot, climb into the back seat with a sleeping bag and pillow, and go to sleep. Sometime between 4 and 6 AM, Paula would get into the car, and start driving towards Toledo, Ohio - close to a 6 hour drive.

We'd get to Toledo late Sunday morning, and spend the day with her grandparents. Then we'd head back to Huntington, taking turns driving and snoozing. We'd normally arrive in Huntington around 1 or 2 in the morning, and both just slept in the car. Then around 7 Monday morning, we'd go to a dorm cafeteria to eat breakfast and I'd head back to Columbus (generally missing my Monday morning phys ed class) and Paula would head off to class.

I don't remember how many weeks we did that, but I do know that my car had over 180,000 miles on it when we traded it in. Paula's grandmother recovered and lived for quite a few years afterwards. As you can see, Paula's grandparents got to see Paula get married. They also got to hold some great-grand kids.

We always had a very good, close relationship with Paula's grandparents, and I'm sure part of it is the effort Paula made to be there for her grandmother when Mildred was sick.

I'm not sure where this picture was taken. Paula always liked to read - mostly magazines that dealt with home decorating, child raising, or getting your husband to do what you wanted him to do. While multiple sclerosis took away her ability to read and do home decorating, she never forgot the stuff she'd learned about raising kids or getting the husband to do what you want him to do.

We might have been wrestling when this picture was taken. She'd often claim that I cheated because she was ticklish and I took advantage of it. This, unfortunately is a side of Paula the kids never really saw - Paula had to stop playing tennis, racquetball, bike riding, bowling, and all kinds of other stuff before Chris was 12.