I’m not real big on writing about the death of someone I know.

I’m going to do it at least this one time though because I attended the funeral of former Sheriff Jerry Hounshel’s wife, Linda, on Wednesday morning.

I knew Linda to some degree, but not near as well as I know Jerry.

One thing that was said during her funeral was that Linda often went out of her way to help women prisoners during her eight years as matron there.

I know that to be true because one time she told me about a poor woman in the jail whose mother had just died.

“She wanted to go to the funeral,” Linda related to me.

The problem was the woman, who was from Indianapolis had nothing to wear, but her orange prison garb.

“I wasn’t going to let her go to her mother’s funeral like that,” Linda told me.

So Linda told me about how she went about finding something for the woman to wear to her mother’s funeral and then talked about taking her to Indianapolis and waiting for her until the service was over.

I don’t think Linda was telling me that story because she wanted a pat on the back for her efforts. I think, that despite the fact that the woman was in jail on a cocaine charge, Linda thought enough of her to find something for her to wear that wasn’t going to be embarassing.

That’s just the way Linda was.  Like most matrons, she spent a lot of time at the jail and she also spent a lot of time taking female prisoners here and there.

She was always showing me artwork male prisoners had drawn for her or other staff members. She was proud of a lot of the work and loved showing it off.

You could tell Linda thought a lot of the artists and others in the jail and thought it was just a shame they were sitting there wasting their lives away.

I also had to talk to her on a couple of occasions about the meals she fed the prisoners. She was always quick to point out that a dietician had to approve every menu, and she wasn’t skimping just to save money for her and Jerry for their new house.

I believed her because I know she was one of those rare people whose lives cross your path every once in a while.

She meant what she said and didn’t pussy-foot around about it. I think she was one of the more honest people I know.

I think many people felt that way about Linda.