This lady was working where I first went to work in 1955. She had a son my same age and was friends with my aunts. She would fix me lunch everyday at home and bring it to work and we would eat together, along with one or two other workers there. She wasn't ever a JW. I went by to see her a few months ago. I just saw her obituary in the paper, she was 91 years old. Not too many old friends left. My best friend when I was young has a birthday tomorrow, 71 years old. Time sure flies.
Ken P.