Julie Carr married my dad, Frank Ryan in 1960, and had me two years later. My sister, Beth, was born four years after that. While raising us, she worked as a teacher in Middle and High Schools and in various administrative positions. She’s smart, sweet, and a hell of a mom. She doesn’t do social media, bless her heart, but you can leave her messages when you order swag from “the cottage,” as many of you have done over the years — much to her delight.