Janice Mae Slagle

Janice Mae Slagle, born on July 18, 1954, lived her life as if it were meant to be shared - with open arms, a contagious laugh, and flour-dusted hands from yet another batch of cookies. She filled her days with color, curiosity, and just the right amount of mischief. Whether at the beach with a Bahama Mama in hand or winding through the Appalachians with the windows down and the radio turned up, Janice moved through life with laughter in her heart and love at every turn. She could be as stubborn as she was generous, and to her family, she was the calm in every storm (and sometimes, the storm itself). When she set her mind to something, there was no stopping her; and when she loved you, you knew it, completely and without condition. Janice found joy in the everyday magic of life. She loved walking her puppies as she greeted all of her friends at the dog park. She loved the sound of family laughter over a game night that ran too late, and the smell of something sweet baking in the oven "just because." She made gardens grow, cookies disappear, and ordinary days feel like home. You could spot her from a mile away - that fiery red hair, easy smile, and a spark in her eyes that said she was probably up to something. She made friends everywhere she went, from grocery lines to cruise decks, and once you were in her orbit, she never let you drift far. Her heart belonged, first and always, to her husband Paul: her greatest teammate and the builder of all her boldest ideas. If she dreamed it, he found a way to make it real. Her daughter, Marshae, inherited that same adventurous streak, and the shared love of mountains, games, and haunted houses that always brought them together. Janice's love showed up in quiet ways: in her warm, effortless hugs, in the cookies she sent home "for later," and in the way she remembered the little details no one else did. She leaves behind her husband, Paul; her daughter, Marshae; her granddaughters, Claire and Maxine; her great-grandson, Foster; and a wide circle of friends and family who were lucky enough to be part of her story. Janice's legacy lives on in every Christmas cookie that will be baked from her recipe, every poker night where someone calls her lucky hand, and every trip to the Renaissance Festival where someone says, "She would've loved this." Her life was proof that love, determination, and courage don't fade, they echo, quietly but endlessly, through everyone she touched. In true Janice fashion, the family will honor her with a private poker night, just the way she liked it: cards in hand, laughter in the air, and, of course, her spirit winning the pot. Though her chapter here has ended, her story will never stop being told - loudly, lovingly, and with the same warmth she gave so freely. In lieu of flowers, please donate to the York County Humane Society to help the animals she would have loved to help herself.