Jean was a pal. She brought her own friends to the tribe and all dad's friends became hers as well. All through the years Jack and Jean farmed around Davis, the Adamses and the Schlabes were good friends, partying together and sometimes pitching in on each others projects. When both families were together, which was often, the shared ideas about how kids ought to be raised made for a kind of blending. If I was out of line and Pat was nearest, she'd straighten me out. Jean and Pat were in the same boat: each with a brood of rambunctious kids and a husband who worked constantly to make a living in agriculture...and the two of them could sure make a kitchen come alive.
The picture, circa late 60s or early 70s, shows Pat just the way she was: beaming and very interested in you when she was talking to you. I can only remember Pat with that 500 watt smile. Sadly, memory will have to serve. The same week as Jean passed away, we lost Pat. We are all in shock because Pat was the picture of vitality. Jean's granddaughter, Sherry, recalls meeting Pat just weeks before. She was sprightly and peppered Sherry with questions about how she was doing...that was Pat.
-George
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