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\centerline{Memories of June Grayson}
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It was with great sorrow that I read your note.  Even though your Mother and
I were separated by a great many miles and rarely saw each other we
maintained a deep warm friendship throughout the years.
We didn't even correspond very much except for a yearly Christmas card and an
occasional birthday note.

Yes, we were in training together but she was a couple years ahead of me.
However, we were the same age except she was born June 1 and my birthday is
June 6, a fact she never let me forget!  She was older -- so we did what she
wanted to do.

Her life during her years of nurses training were anything but smooth -- it
was at that time that her parents separated\censor{ and her mother was
experiencing mental problems and Lindy was the one who had to cope with
them}.  During training she was always called Lindy.  June didn't come until
later.  Your father hated Gertrude so she became June.

Even during training, she was an excellent pianist.  She started to learn the
organ during training.  I dinked around on the piano but she was so much
better.  I remember always asking her to play Chopin's Polonaise in A flat
minor for me.  I believe she go to the point where she hated the piece!

It is hard to describe our relationship.  We never did a lot together.  Oh,
we used to have long involved discussions on life and that sort of thing, but
not a lot of other activities.  I did drag her out to the golf course a time
or two and I do remember going horseback riding on one occasion.

I remember all through training, Lindy was a very private person and you kept
your distance when she was in one of her moods.  But when she wanted company,
she was a warm, fun loving and caring person whom I thoroughly enjoyed.

Thank you, Janelle, for the letter and sending me the article.  As a
journeyman reporter for a weekly paper I appreciated her efforts.  She was
always after me to send an example of my writing, but I felt mine never
measured up to her standards.

\a{Carol Beck Barth, POB 562, Rushville, Nebraska 69360}

It's very hard to put into words just what it was that made us keep in touch
and all I know is that I feel just as deep a sense of loss as do members of
the family and other friends who were privileged to see her frequently.
It is just a rare quality that you seldom find and I feel privileged to have
known and loved her.

An example of the impact she made on others: my husband and I have just
returned after spending 2 months in Arizona and California.  While in Phoenix
I had the opportunity to visit with some retired nurses from Iowa Lutheran
now living in Arizona.  Without exception each one mentioned her death and I
doubt if any of them had even seen her since graduation some 40 years ago.

I can't explain the impact she made but I do know that everyone who knew her
feels a loss as I do.

\a{Carol Beck Barth}

My memories of her will be those seen through the eyes of a little girl.  She
was forever calm, relaxed, and patient -- no matter what chaos we managed to
create.
\a{Cyndie Cavanaugh, a childhood friend of Becky's}

There's nothing anyone can say to ease the loss of a person as wonderful and
giving as June.  \a{Linda Levine}

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Your mother was very thoughtful of others.  She will be missed by many.
\a{Kathy Allen, niece}
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She was such a talented, energetic, giving person.  Know that she always will
occupy a spot in hundreds of people's hearts as she does in ours.
\a{Lorraine Green, a patient and friend}

I was in temporary shock and grief over your Mother's death and can't seem to
get over it, and can imagine how it was and is for your entire family.	She
was such a vital person, and full of talent and love.  I must say she was my
longest and dearest friend.  I always admired her for her humility, love of
family, caring for others, and all that she had to offer to mankind.  She was
only one year older than I but she finished nursing years before I did from a
differenct school where she graduated.  Our friendship lasted from then on.
You wondered how we knew each other -- I will tell you:

I worked at Polk County Hospital before I went into nursing, as an admitting
clerk and float, and your mother was affiliated for pediatrics in our hospital,
and there was a piano in the dining room of the hospital.  Being I had the
position I did I could float around the hospital until they paged me.  She
would practice during the evening 3 pm - 11 pm hours, and I being a fanatic
admirer of the piano, I would sneak down to listen to her play.  That's how
we became acquainted.  We became close friends as we had some thing sin
common; we were both Lutherans, had youger sisters, that we were of etc, etc.
We did not have the same talents though.  I learned to know her mother and
sisters well.

I knew her while she was taking piano lessons from Prof.{} Stoy (I think that
was his name) at Drake University (where I also took a few courses).  Anyway,
he wanted her to give up nursing and devote her time tot he piano and make
that her future.  That's how good she was.  I used to go to her recitals and
was very proud of her.

We confided in each other as friends do and when she told me about her Love
Conflicts in Chicago and DesMoines I very much encouraged her to marry Dr.{}
Grayson for he was a better match for her and all her brilliant
characteristics.  I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind my sharing this with
you.

She was in a turmoil and her religion was very dear to her as it was with me
at that time.  We frequently went to church together and lunch afterwards.  I
had a crush on the minister's son -- a pianist also.  His professional name
is Roger Williams.  June used to tease me about him, even through the years,
but thank God I got over it.  You see we were young and foolish too at one
time.  I am speaking of myself.
\a{Lore Reichert Shotwell} % #6 14005 S.~Berendo, Gardena, CA 90247

I always realized that she was one of ``God's chosen Ones''.  She was very
special amongst my friends.

Strange thing, about 2 months ago or so, I dreamed about her constantly for
about two weeks.  I even mentioned it to a friend and we thought it was
unusual.  Who knows?  Just thought I'd share it with you.

May God bless all of you!

\a{Lore Reichert Shotwell, February, 1992}
 % #6 14005 S.~Berendo, Gardena, CA 90247

Dear Dan,

I have very fond memories of going up to your home on Sunday afternoons for
dinner while we were at UC --- your mom managed to be mom to all of us for a
day, despite the fact that I suspect that we were a pretty unlovable crew!  I
really appreciated that she stayed in touch with me through the annual
Christmas poem.

\a{Roger Wiegand}

My deepest sympathies to you.  Your mother was a very learned woman who was
so gifted insharing her knowledge.
\a{Barbara Duckworth, an angel figurine collector}

During the mid-1940's when the world was still at war, I was fighting my own
battle against polio at Iowa Lutheran Hospital in Des Moines, Iowa.  About
six polio patients were assigned to a small house adjoining the hospital as
we were pas[t the painful, acute stage and were receiving the Sister Kenny
treatment, learning to walk again.

One of the many professionals who helped in my rehabilitation was June Lind, a
student nurse.  Beneath that crisp, starched uniform was a happy, vibrant
young woman my own age and we became friends.  Because the patients were not
sick they required little care during the night.  Whenever June pulled night
duty she and I would make candy in the kitchen and play cribbage.  When I
left the hospital she gave me the gift of a cribbage board which I still have
and use -- a miniature wooden battleship with removable guns that are used as
pegs.

In her off-duty hours, we often attended a movie in a downtown theater or a
concert at Drake University.  Several times I met her at the hospital where
there was a piano and I listened to her practice Chopin or Grieg.

When she graduated and I left the hospital to start my own career in
accounting, we kept in touch by annual Christmas letters.

Then a few years ago we started writing more frequently.  In 1988, when she
was in Des Moines visiting her mother who was in the hospital, she stayed all
night with me.  The intervening years disappeared like smoke and we became
those happy young women again.  Our friendship picked up where it left off
many years ago.

In September of this year she gave me an antique cranberry glass dish which I
treasure as a lasting memento from her.

I know that even though she has left us, her spirit and inspriration will
remain and continue to bless us.

\a{Ruth Trumbo, DesMoines, Iowa}
% 2021 48th Street, DesMoine, Iowa, 50310

I'm still in a numbed state of shock and disbelief after digesting your letter
advising me of your mother's death, especially so since I hadn't been aware
that she had a heart problem.  She never mentioned it during the limited
times that we were together.  She was alway upbeat and in a good mood when we
did get together, which, in turn, was uplifiting to my mood as well.  Losing
one's mother is a unique loss that is very hard to explain, and it remains
with you for a long, long time.  With June's passing, I lost a friend.  It's
true, we didn't get to see each other often, but those times we did were
special.

Your mom and I met while we were doing the Pheasant Run Antique Show in
August Show in August of '89.  You know she love biscuit jars -- well, I ahd
an art glass one that she fell in love with.  She said she had not bought art
glass ones before because of their cost, but she ``connected'' with this one,
and like so many antique lovers, became addicted to this type for furthering
her collection.  We had a great conversation (she was easy to talk to), and
we found that we had quite a bit in common -- our ages, our hobbies, etc.
When she found out I was a collector of miniature candleholders, her creative
mind determined that it would be worthwhile to do a story on it, which she
did, and it eventually appeared.  She had also gathered material and had done
the photography on my French Cameo collection, but with all her other
responsibilities had not completed the work on that.  In between times, we
would occasionally see each other, or we would write (I have a whole file of
our correspondence).  My hobby is writing children's stories, but I've not
pursued it to the point of having them published.  I admired her for moving
ahead and putting her talents to the test and having the results accepted and
published.  Her last note to me was in September, 1991, when she inquired
about a French Cameo biscuit jar I'd recently acquired and she wanted to take
a picture of it.  Since my husband and I are show dealers, I was unable to
respond until late in October when we returned home, and then I didn't hear
any more from her, but I attributed that to her being busy with her work at
the office, her writing and her family.  She had wanted to know when I'd be
in St.{} Charles again and requrested that I bring the jar.  I assumed she'd
be there one of the three days of the show and was truly disapponted that
we'd not been able to make a connection.  It never occurred to me that
something so dreadful had happened to her; so the shock of your letter
stunned me and I cried for her and for the loss felt by her family and those
who knew her.

I truly appreciate your letting me know.  Writing to a stranger could not
have been easy.  I felt a kinship to June, which is not often felt between two
staangers who have met, and I can honestly say I'll miss her notes and bits
of interesting information she'd send me on antiques, a subject we had in
common.

I'm sure there's little I can say or do to make things any easier, but she did
make her mark while she was here, which is more than most of us can claim.  I
will miss her.  Friends are hard to come by.  Moms are irreplaceable.

\a{Phyllis E.~Servis}

Dear Dr.{} Grayson,

My sympathy to you and your family at this time of June's death.  

My sister, Janice Brothers, a patient of yours, sent me the service of
worship bulletin.  The music choices were glorious!

June and I were at Nurses' Training in Des Moines at the same time.  I always
remember that she played the piano so often and I listened as I studied.

One summer while visiting Janice, my sister, I came to your house for lunch.
June and I sent messages to one another through my sister.

I have been a widow 8 years, so I know the changes that happen to life styles
after losing a spouse.  

Your strong Christian faith and prayer will sustain you through the changes.

\a{Bonita Olsen, Slater, Iowa} % Box 411, Slater, Iowa 50244.

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Dear Dick and family,

June was one of my best friends.  She was always there if I needed here --
and we also shared the good times.

I'll never forget her!

\a{Bea Zuehlke, St.{} Charles} % 1713 Indiana St.

\noindent Dear Dr.{} Grayson:

I was sorry to learn of June's death.

I always looked forward to her cheery welcome and the latest news of her
``projects'' when I arrived for my Flight Physical.

I wanted you to know that many others will share your loss.

The world will seem a little darker now to anyone who knew June even
casually.

\a{Elmer Rullman} % 1227 South 13th Street, St.~Charles, IL 60174

\noindent  Dear Dr.{} Grayson,

The world will be a little less wonderful without June.  She was one of the
first people to welcome me to St.{} Charles when I came to this office for a
pre-marriage physical.  June always asked about Jack and Jean by name.  It
was June who made me feel welcome, who was interested in what I had to say.
I close my eyes and see her smile.

June's legacy for me will be to imitate her friendly manner with others.  I
will try to be as kind and patient with my students as she was with her
patients.  June will be in our memory.

This time must seem impossible for you without June.  Jack and I are so
sorry.

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Love,

Barbara

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\a{Barbara}

\noindent Dear Dr.{} Grayson,

Dave and I were greatly saddened to hear of the passing of June.  She will be
missed as she was such a wonderful part of your warm and caring practice.

\a{Linda and Dave Rickerson}

\noindent Dear Doctor,

I started this bookmark the very night I learned of June's bypass.  As I made
the stitches I planned the note I would send.  Now it is finished and the
``office angels'' tell me ``Send it -- it will mean a lot to him now!''

When I was in for my flu shot, June and I talked about angels and how
``lucky'' Robert was to have found me.  I told her I felt equally blessed.
She was more an angel than anyone I've ever met.  I will always remember her.

Being the one left behind to wait is very difficult but God does give solace
when asked.

Our deepest, most heartfelt sympathy to you and your family.

\a{Joyce and Robert Wolfarth}

The philosopher said it so beautifully:

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Death is not extinguishing the light
It is putting out the lamp
Because the dawn has come
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\a{Bernice Beck, cousin of Dick}

She was so full of life and good humor, leading such a fine, productive life,
I know you will miss her very much.  we will pray for you and we will
remember her with great affection.

\a{Catherine and Ron McMurray}

We have always been impressed by June's quiet manner and her active concern
for all.

\a{Jim and Marilyn Griffin}

Dear Dick,

I was so saddened to hear of the loss of your dear wife, truly a beautiful
human being.  I will never forget June's kindness and hospitality during some
of the darkest hours of my life.  Rarely is found in the same person such a
combination of deep personal conviction and gracious openness to other
people, but June exemplified both.  And because the values she stood for are
eternal, I believe her life will continue to be a blessing to those she has
touched.

\a{Rev.{} Larry Hamilton and Krista Ovist}
% 1513 East 56th Street, Chicago, IL 60637

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Dear Dick,

I remember the first time I'd ever really talked to June was when you helped
sponsor the ``Boat family'' and I wrote a story for the paper.  As touching
as their story was, I was equally struck by the kindness and compassion June
displayed in her efforts to help these people she didn't even know.  Over the
years, I've been fortunate to get to know June better and my respect and
admiration for her has only increased with time.  I will cherish my memories
of her warmth, her kindness, her sense of generosity and openness.  Her
writing -- which I admired so much -- was full of the intelligence and humor
that was so typical of June.

She was an extraordinary woman, and while I'm sure Heaven is happier that she
is with the Angels now, all of us feel a sense of deep loss with her passing.
She was someone who truly made earth a better place.

My sympathies go out to your and your fmaily at this time.

May God be with you.

\a{Jean Renner} %35-34 Nelson Lake Rd., Batavia, IL 

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Dr.~Grayson --

We were deeply saddened to learn of June's illness and death.  In the 16
years you have attended our family, she was always there, too.  We grew to
love and admire her.  She was always so interested n all of us in a very
personal, caring way.  Talking with June was part of the healing process.  We
will miss her very much.

\a{Judy and Gary Adams, Chris and Becky} 
% 501 S.~14th St., St.~Charles, IL 60174

I will miss learning of June's latest interest or endeavor o my annual trip
to the office.  She certainly brightened everyone's day.

\a{Douglas Felton}

Although we have not seen you recently, memories of our past with both of
you, and June's articles on Ben's hobbies, have been invaluable to us and
many others.

Barbara, too, has enjoyed knowing you and June.  She has fond memories of the
time she spent with June while she photographed our African art.  We both
hope to share your grief and to continue our friendship.

\a{Ben and Barbara Benezra}

I've only known your deceased wife June since April, 91, but I will miss her
as much as long time patients.  June treated me as pleasant and courtesy as
if I was a patient for many years.  I will miss her when I come to your
office in the future.  God bless June.

\a{Nancy Trottier}% 1100 Geneva Road, St.~Charles, IL 60174

It was only about 6 weeks ago that June and I were bantering back and forth
in your office.  She always kept up with the latest on our kids and talked
knowingly about the ``college days'' that we are just now going thru.  We
will always remember the many kindnesses offered by June to our Steph as she
grew up, got into photography, and finally ``interviewed'' JUne for an
article she was working on.  Now, we don't know how crazy June was about all
those questions, but you sure couldn't tell from June -- Steph was thrilled.

\a{Bill and Janette Simmons, Steph and Chris}

We shall miss June so very much also.  We considered her a person ho cared
about our family and always had the time no matter how busy to ask about our
sons Brad and Brent.  She also shared her cherry tree (the cherries) in the
backyard.  We now have two trees of our own.  Each Spring when the tree
blossoms we'll think of June.  We considered June a dear friend and we will
miss her very much.

\a{Carl and Helen Schneider, Brad, Beth, and Brent}