She always knew how to have fun. This picture is an example. We were at Aunt Jeanette's for Easter in 2005. Daniel and Suzanne were in high school, John and I in our 40's, and she and her brother, Uncle Carl, in their 90's. She got eggs and egg dying stuff and we dyed eggs even though all of us were well beyond the typical age for egg dying!
Perhaps the best thing about going to Aunt Jeanette's house (aside from the lasagna!) was sitting at the table or out on the porch talking. Long summer evenings on the porch swing are synonymous with being at Aunt Jeanette's house.
My brother, in a letter he posted on a website about her illnes, said that for us gypsies who roamed the world her house was always the center of our world, our anchor no matter how far we roamed.
I will miss you, Aunt Jeanette! But I look forward to the day when I can sit on the porch of your mansion and we can sit on the swing and talk and talk. That will be the day!