Beth Moser
Joyce had a smile with a twinkle and a laugh I will never forget. As a child I felt she was somehow more "on my level" than other adults. (Wonder why that was?) yet, I would never have dared to disobey her!
As I grew older and had my own children the magic in her twinkle never faded. I always looked forward to visiting her and reaping her wisdom. The old stories somehow never grew old, no matter how many times we repeated them, laughing uproariously every time. Yes, she did mellow a bit the last few times we met. But she always had at least one good zinger to throw in it seemed. We miss you Joyce. But know that we will see you soon in heaven!
