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Deb loved to drive and be on the road. She was easily able to learn to drive any vehicle, no matter the size or type. From potato chip delivery trucks to trolleys and school buses, Deb was able to drive it! She especially loved driving and riding with her dad, “Puppy” Frank Hanson. She spent many summers entertaining tourists from both in and out of state with her colorful stories while driving the bus trolley for Old Orchard Beach. Deb loved to be with people! She immersed herself in many activities and social events with her family and friends where she always brought life, laughs and light. We will all miss Deb’s wonderful sense of humor, her laugh and her energetic presence. BE PROUD! An Ode to Our Silver By: Sarah Marean and Jennifer Barschdorf Poems were Deb’s thing but for her We will try to make our words sing. Loud, opinionated, bold as brass, Our Deb was filled with a special kind of sass. Donning her colorful crocs, ready to rush into the fray, Determined to find common ground - yet ultimately get her way.

Contagious laughter, bold and loud Ever willing to entertain the crowd. Setting the tone for the day, in just her special way,

Deb greeted each student with a smile and sent them on their way. Kissing more babies than a Presidential candidate in November, Deb had a way with the littles that all will remember. Moms, Dads and others, confident that she would be there,

Sent their children off with her without any care With a heart of gold and generosity unmatched, Always ready with a new plan to hatch. Behind the scenes, taking the lead

Do unto others was her personal creed. Not looking for credit or seeking the Glory, Deb did what was needed for each child’s story. She walked through this life with confidence beyond measure, Our Deb was a true Bonny Eagle Treasure. Nearly a million miles driven - what a wonderful way to make her livin’ With a razor sharp wit and a ready smile, keeping those wheels turnin’ mile after mile. We know you’re driving that big yellow bus in the sky, For this is not the end my friend, until we meet again. . . Fly high. We love you!

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