R Daniel Lyons
My fondest memory of Wendy was when, after I told her of my Granny's Sunday dinners of chicken and dumpllings, home made noodles made fron scratch, and mashed potatoes with cream gravy, she invited me for dinner. There before me was a dinner that looked and tasted exactly as my Granny's dinners of long ago. Nobody had ever listened so carefully to what I said as Wendy, not to mention baking a dinner so delicious that it transported me back yo my childhood. But that was Wendy, a true lover and a truly great human being. God rest your soul Wendy,and God reward you for your love of your son, Kenneth, your friend Ruth, and me as well. Dan


