Joyce Lee Kraska

Joycie and I met in 7th grade P.E. class at Suitland Junior High School; McNamara, Meyer, as we lined up for attendance and have been fast friends ever since. We shared many adventures dashing about D.C. in her little Nash Rambler, crashing the Library of Congress Reading Room while underage, meeting for tea at the Woodies buffet luncheon dressed with sophistication as only 20 year olds can, or speaking in fake foreign accents in the Picasso Room at the Mellon Art Gallery. She was just that kind of friend for fun and love replete with an ageless elegance. She was a gracious hostess along with Erich whenever I chanced to be visiting in the area and she shared her life and her family as if we were sisters. It has been years since we have been able to visit each other in person, but our love and care continued in cards, letters, countless phone calls and, of course, Facebook. I am so saddened by our loss of such a charming, generous and lovely woman. I miss you, my dear one. Your friend, Di.