Her mother died at her birth (it was in 1904) and she was raised by her Grandmother, until she was 18 and was in her first marriage and divorce. Her grandmother sued her father for support twice in Nebraska. Then they moved to LA and she worked the cigar counter at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.
There she met a motorcycle mechanic just back from Japan who she married (my Uncle Bert). Bert made a bunch of money during the war (selling black market gas) and then bought a house in Culver City next to MGM's backlot. Louis Meyer's mother (or mother in law) lived next door.
Jane's birthday was Dec 21st and our first Christmas event was always at their house on that day. You got 1 present each, and got to watch Jane open hers. Seriously, that was a woman who enjoyed it so much it made you anxious for Christmas!
There, in Culver City, Jane and Bert lived, loved, laughed, fought (a LOT) and ultimately drank their marriage into a bitter waiting room for the sweet release of death. He died first - to spite her - and his mother moved in with Jane. She lived off and on with her mother-in-law, calling Zela and I over every now and then to referee.
Years / decades later , after Jane's passing in the 1990s, I got the couch (in the background) and the table. The couch was a section with lights and a planter in the corner! and the table was Chinese Modern.