I am Gary Thompson and the husband of one of Jenny's nieces, Gwen. There are so many stories to be told but I will limit myself to just one. Jenny was always a rebel, a one-of-a-kind lovely person who lived her life to the fullest and always on her terms. She had her own ideas of what was right and what was wrong and did not hesitate to share her views on just about any subject. That was one of many things that endeared her to the family and all who knew her. I'll share a story about her that kind of exemplifies her thought processes and that story is about her driving.
Nobody knows how Jenny ever got a driver's license. It was not apparent to any of us that she ever read a manual, learned rules of the road, or took a test. Somehow she acquired a driver's license and we just accepted it. Once in a while we would ride with her and it was always an adventure. Things like obeying speed limits, staying in her lane, common courtesy, and attention to the road were not focus points when Jenny drove. Other people who were unfortunate enough to share the road with her often wound up swearing, honking, and displaying crude gestures toward our aunt Jenny while trying to avoid major accidents. Gwen and I remember one such drive on 635 that we feared for our safety. At least three motorists were screaming and honking at Jenny while we slinked down in our seats and tried to disappear. But Jenny was not fazed at all. She calmly rolled down her window, stuck out her head, and screamed to the top of her lungs, "Just what the hell is YOUR problem?".
That was our aunt Jenny!
She will be sorely missed by all.