I find it wonderfully ironic that Jeanne and my mother, Mary Elizabeth Peterson, find themselves together in the newspaper. Closely matched in age, they were both friends and neighbors starting in the 1960's. Each had children--Jeanne with three and mine with two. Each were married to men who were attentive husbands and loving fathers and both devoted numerous hours to volunteer work. I know my mother thought the world of Jeanne. And so did I. Jeanne was 'cool'. She could relate to me as a teenager while still being a sophisicated adult (and mother to three great children). She looked the other way when Jimmy had parties in the den. She would listen to my problems with girls and help me when I had difficulties with my parents. She was a beautiful lady and I can't remember a time when she wasn't wearing a dress. I'm don't think I could have survived my teens had it not been for Jeanne. She was a special part of my life, and I will forever treasure the time we shared. Jeanne was a wonderful person and I will miss her.