Many years ago our Mother wrote a poem comparing each of us kids to the flower she believed we were most like. I don't remember all of the details but I do remember that she said that Jennie was like a rambling rose. That was so very true. Jennie always walked to the beat of a different drummer-until the director of the band made her conform to his wishes.

She taught me so much about finding out who I am and being myself and appreciating my own independent spirit.

She's been gone for over a year now from this earth but her "rambling spirit" will live in my heart forever.