I have the fondest memories of going to her home when I was very young. Howell seemed like the country coming from Long Branch. I was fortunate to see her many times through out my life and converse with her about the family. She was one of the last people to call me Joey still. I used to love going to see her and Aunt Diane at the New Egypt flea market back in the eighties. I would see her often at Columbus too. Always stopped to say hi to her. She was always kind to me and I will forever appreciate that and always hold her in high regards in my heart.