Jan Olive Full
As a little girl in the late 1950s and early 60s, I lived next door to Joanne and Ray in Iowa City. I would have been about 9 or 10. My mom was divorced and worked as a secretary, leaving my older sister and me alone after school. Joanne became as sort of "second Mom" for me for a while. She never failed to warmly welcome me into their home for short visits, and always offered me a juice-glass full of Pepsi(what a treat!). Over the last 50 years, I have always remembered her kindness, her huge smile and warm ways, and that red hair. I don't know what caused me to think of her last night and "google" her name but I am glad to be able to let Ray know how her kindness so long ago had such a big impact on a lonely little girl. I doubt Joanne ever realized how important she was to me. Thank you Joanne and peace be with you. Jan