Forgive me, this will ramble and likely be fairly incoherent, I just want to get my thoughts down somewhere. This is by no means a biography, just random memories of her life.
I'm Travis's uncle and would like to share some thoughts on Gusta. When I was 7 I spent the summer with Gusta at her house in DC. It was a great time and I enjoyed spending time with her. I attended a summer camp program run by the local parks and rec and one of our art projects was to make a plaster of paris paper weight in the bottom of a milk carton. I keep that paper weight as a memento of that summer and have carried it around with me for 45 years. I will miss Gusta but am comforted by the knowledge that she live a god life and lived it the way she wanted to.
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