Kith and Kin: Janice Stone

Janice Stone takes in some sunshine Friday afternoon while sitting on a bench along Court Street in downtown Fulton.
Janice Stone takes in some sunshine Friday afternoon while sitting on a bench along Court Street in downtown Fulton.

This column serves as a spotlight, highlighting the everyday people who work and live in Callaway County. The Fulton Sun takes a moment with someone who is not usually featured in the news but is just as instrumental in making our community the strong and beautiful place we all know and love.

Janice Stone no longer lives in Callaway Callaway, but grew up near Kingdom City before moving to Oak Ridge, Tennessee, with her family when she was 9 years old. Now a resident of Laceys Spring, Alabama, Janice Stone has spent the past three weeks visiting her father, Roland Stone, in Fulton.

Janice Stone retired after an advertising career in Atlanta.

Q: What was your first job?

I worked as a secretary for the personnel director of a trucking company in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Q: Who inspires you most?

My father. He knows how to do everything - he's Mr. Fix-it. He raised us to take care of the Earth; he's always been an environmentalist.

Q: What have you done in your life that has been the most fulfilling?

Building my own house. I got tired of remodeling other people's mistakes.

Q: What is something you are proud of that you have been recognized for?

Making the National Honor Society in high school. They had some screaming geniuses at that school. I felt like a nerd but a good nerd.

Q: If you can do any job in the world, what would it be?

Published author. As you can tell, I love to tell stories. The closer to the truth they are, the better. Like (Mark Twain) said, truth is stranger than fiction.

Q: What is a job you wouldn't want to do?

Stockbroker or politician, take your pick. They're not honest professions.

Q: What is your favorite thing about Callaway County?

Don't laugh, but I love this brick street (in downtown Fulton). There's something about the thrum (the sound of the tires on the brick) that takes you back to a different century.