I think I met June when I was ten? Eleven? We were “junior Jobies”, sitting outside the main meeting space, where our families were. We spent many hours together, speculating what it would be like when we finally belonged. I envied June for being older than I was, and getting to join first!
We went to a few Seattle Mariners’ games, and both admired the second baseman Julio Cruz. I sent June a note once and signed it “Julio Lives!” Of course, my handwriting was bad, and she teased me for writing “Julio Liver”. She would sign letters or start conversations with “Julio Liver!” forever after. She loved to talk on the phone. And she had the best laugh.
When June was hospitalized in the early 80s with an illness (aneurism?), many of us did not think she would survive. We received updates from the family, but her condition did not seem to change. One day I answered my phone, and heard June’s surprisingly strong voice: “JULIO LIVER!” She cackled, like only June could. Such a miracle – and as I remember, such a phone bill, as she picked up her phone at UW hospital and called all her friends! I will never forget her, or that moment.
Sending much love to June’s family and friends.
Diana (Fankhauser) Noviello