My earliest memory of Aunt Janice was when I was somewhere between 2 and 3. I was at her house everyday while Mom and Dad worked and I watched her gathering "la la" daily - mostly from uncle Carl. When it came time to potty train, I decided to put what I had learned from my Aunt Janice to the test. I told Uncle Carl that if he wanted me to use the potty, I wanted some "la la"! He laughed, promptly gave me a quarter and off I went. Janice was the first entrepreneur that I had the good fortune to know and to love well. We spent many fine days of my childhood playing ball with Midnight, assembling jigsaw puzzles, taking long walks, watching Hee Haw & Lawrence Welk, just sitting on the porch or looking out the window spying on the neighbors and, of course, gathering as much "la la" as we could. I often think of her endless patience sitting while I washed and set her hair and no matter now good or bad it turned out she always loved it. Janice was a major part of my life and I will always be grateful for knowing her and loving her. I am proud to be one of her "babies" and I will miss her more than anything. Farewell gentle soul. Take care of grandma for us.
