Lois Louise Brough was born to Charles and Hazel Sellers Brough in Gillette, Campbell, Wyoming. The family lived mostly in Missouri, but lived in Wyoming twice for about two years each time, and in Kansas for a year. She was the sixth child of ten born to her parents.

Lois never married, but had a world of experience most of us never have. She started working for Trans World Airlines (TWA) at age 19, first in Sales and Reservations. Then, when World War II broke out, they needed the nurses for the war effort (before WWII stewardesses had to be nurses) and so she became a Stewardess, graduating from that class in Spring 1943.

At this time TWA was based in Kansas City, Mo, and she first flew from there, but moved to New York in 1944 and that would remain her home until her death. She lived in three apts in New York, the third one over 50 years, and had the benefit of being on rent control. She loved New York City, and it will remain "her city". She took everyone who visited to see her city, and we have fond memories of those excursions. Mine includes: Tavern on the Green, The Stage Deli, Rainbow Room, Broadway Shows, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Ellis Island, and standing on the very top, outside viewing area, of the World Trade Center with her two years before it was destroyed by violence.

As a Flight Attendant, she traveled the world, with routes to Hawaii, Rome, Paris, and London among her destinations. She had friends around the world and saw places, some more than once, that many of us will only dream of.

Her statement that "every place has something unique" caused me to view things differently. She found beauty where she went, yet recognized that not all of the world was as blessed as we are...her comments especially recognized India and the Amazon River basin in their poverty.

Just before Thanksgiving 2010 she flew to Arkansas to be with her sister, and was not physically able to return to New York. She died at the Hospice House, Harrison, Boone, Arkansas. Lois is survived by a brother and a sister, several nieces and nephews, great-nieces and nephews, and great-great nieces and nephews, as well as numerous cousins and other family members.

Burial was Memorial Day Weekend, 2011, as her sister Marguerite started the yearly tradition of visiting and decorating the graves, and family members have continued that. Lois wanted to be buried on a weekend that had memories for the family and "wasn't so cold". She was buried between her parents and her Aunt Leslie, with whom she had a special relationship. Many other family members are also buried at Morris Chapel.