Penny was a beautiful soul.  I knew her when she lived in Huttig, Arkansas. One time, I came down from the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, in 1964, where I was going to school, and met Penny and her young children.  At that time, she was married to my cousin, and we spent time together as she introduced me to the books she was reading, her wonderful children and made me comfortable at a tender time in my life.  I loved her bright energy, her kindness to involve an introverted kid like me in her life, and her attempts to make me comfortable. Every time my family came to Huttig during those years, Penny was welcoming, friendly, kind, thoughtful, and so much fun.  My Dad, Lloyd Thompson, a native of Huttig, and my mother, Mary, always brightened when she was around, and we loved her as part of the family.