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Lauterburg - Oehler Funeral Home

2000 East Northwest Highway, Arlington Heights, IL

OBITUARY

Janet C. Franz

October 25, 1931July 22, 2019

Janet C. Franz was born on October 25, 1931 and passed away on July 22, 2019.

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Lynette Franz Cvikota

August 24, 2019

Part 3
Time
Sometimes I say that time is my enemy.never enough time.
But time is a teacher.
Life can give us gifts that we strive for. And gifts that we don’t expect or might miss if we’re not paying attention.

My Mother loved
Birds Bunnies butterflies puppies & wild animals
colors and sparkles
Pretty things that make you feel pretty
chocolate
Us

Janet Catherine Campo Franz
Grandma Jannie
We miss her. We miss her voice. Her laugh. The sparkle in her eyes.
I miss her

Lynette Franz Cvikota

August 24, 2019

Part 2
And singing. My Mother sang. Al the time. Loud. Like she was on stage. She sang to Barbara Streisand. Tony Bennett. Sinatra. Steve & Edie. James Taylor.
My mother wanted life to be beautiful. Every holiday was an opportunity to create a magical wonderland of sparkling ornaments on the tallest fattest tree. Or a spring garden would appear on her dining table, complete with leaping bunnies, and her handmade ceramic flower napkin rings at every place setting, with bright chocolates and pretty cookies tucked everywhere. She loved her house! Filling it with all the things she loved and that made her happy. Loving it best when everyone was there all together.
My Mother saw the good in people
All kinds of people. From anywhere. Her first impression was always that she liked you. And if you loved animals - she really liked you.
My mother was always willing to forgive, even when people hurt her, deeply and frequently.
My mother never let anything stop her from loving life, loving her life. No matter what. She found things in life that delighted her, made her happy. She loved the little birds making their nests outside her kitchen window, orchids and pretty flowers, pretty clothes, pretty jewelry, and pretty shoes.
Most of all she loved us.
My husband Tom, my Mother loved my husband Tom like he was her own.
My son Lucas - my Mother loved Lucas from the day he was born. She never stopped talking about his golden curls when he was a baby. Everyday wanting to know what he was doing, asking that he was happy, happy when he was with friends, happiest when she had him to herself for a few minutes, just holding on to his arm while they walked out to the car.
And Tess. My daughter Tess. She and my Mother have the purest love. Pure delight in each other. They were sunshine together. Never ending.

Lynette Franz Cvikota

August 24, 2019

Janet Catherine Campo Franz
I’ve known my Mother since 1953. up until a few days ago, she was still calling me her”baby”.
Time
I could tell about my mother from the beginning.
I was there - with her - at every stage.
Living with my grandparents on Rutherford. Walking to the kindergarten a few blocks away. I could tell you the sandwich I took with me from my grandmother’s kitchen, where the white Bakelite radio was tuned to Bessie Smith, Louis Armstrong, Sinatra and Cub’s games.
I could tell you about cooking huge pots of chicken soup to pack up and bring to the men in the family helping my father build the house on Crest ave.
I could tell you about the night we were standing at the in the kitchen stove frosting Sharon’s birthday cake and my mother went into labor. My father wanted a boy - but I knew we had Missy even before he told me.
I could tell you about all the neighbors. all those bold, laughing women hanging together on our back porch, in our kitchen, on summer nights in the back yard. Kids running around. Corn on the cob. Sausage on the grill.
I could tell you about taking my sisters everywhere with me and then with Tom. Taking them with me to my art classes, apple orchards and Santa’s village. We took them - and the dog - into the city and up to Wisconsin. My mother knew that if they were with me and Tom everybody was good and safe and happy.
I could tell you about the friends she made and the fun she had working with all those beautiful things at crate & barrel. Our friends became her friends. She loved my children’s friends. Everybody welcome. Everybody included. All together.
Time. Good times.
There was a lot of cooking with my mother. And for my Mother.
I learned so much. Fryng fresh caught walleye outdoors in Wisconsin. Pies with perfectly punched pie crust. Pizza on NewYears Eve. Christmas cooking. Easter cooking. Thanksgiving. Rigatoni and dark chocolate cake on my birthday.
And singing. My Mother sang. Al the time. Loud.