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  • On June 6, 2022

Janet died on June 1, 2022, in her 80th year at her home in Squirrel Hill.
Janet felt fortunate to have been raised within miles of her grandparents, aunts, uncles & cousins. The Kettering backyard was often filled with family for summer picnics and holidays were always festive occasions.
Janet married Lieutenant Christopher L. Karsten, USAF, when she was 20. She later married Niles H. Walters (deceased) (TWA).
Janet lived in six states and had many happy memories of over 20 trips to Europe as well as the West Indies & Israel. Her favorite place, however, was Loon Lake in Ontario, Canada where her family vacationed in a lakeside cottage every summer. It was here, at an early age, that her father taught her how to dive and swim, run an outboard motor, and filet a fish. Her mother taught her how to fry fish on a wood burning stove and the arts of crochet and knitting. It was during these happy vacations that many lasting friendships were forged.
Janet loved being creative and often had many projects on the fire. She was never bored.
Predeceased by her parents, Dr. Howard V. Kettering and Kathryn Parker Kettering and sister Jean Kettering Wright (& Dr Alan). Survived by Dr Bruce Wright (Sheila), Beth Wright Davis (Elliot), Kristen John Woodward (Kyle), and Corinne John Lyons (David) as well as numerous cousins, nieces & nephews.
According to Janet’s wishes there will be no service. She asks that you all be good to yourselves and others and remember her well.
If you wish, donations can be made to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation in her name (501 Martindale St, Suite 670, Pgh., 15212).

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Meghan von Geis
Goodbye, friend. Thank you for the encouragement, the laughter, the commiseration, and the camaraderie. I love you, and value all that your friendship has added to my life. You are missed, and will be remembered in the fondest way—with admiration, with respect, and with joy at the memory of your company. Your intellect & wit, ageless curiosity, and keen vocabulary communicated across generations. I cherish the stories you shared that amuse me still. I remember you introducing me to this poem and figured it’s fitting to leave here for you now… With much love, and in hopes we’ll meet again, Meg After a while – Veronica A. Shoffstall After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn…