I remember as a kid, Mrs. Deitz's discerning voice was always present when Jeff and would play at his house. With the perchance of causing a little mischievous, whether taping firecrackers to a glider, making a go-cart out of a baby carriage, or a skateboard out of a 2x6 piece of wood, ice skating at the golf links...than falling through the ice, riding our "Sting Ray" bikes at Piergross's construction yard, swimming to the wee hours of night, playing wire ball, playing baseball or football, or just hanging out on the porch, a "oh Jeffrey," could always be heard for something it may of not been done...followed by a motherly "at least you are both still alive," or something similar to that effect. Mrs Deitz was a parent that saw the need to allow your children to grow, to discover.
She is already missed.
Jim Van Emburgh